i no longer live in Dallas.
surreal it is.
surreal indeed.
my last night was as wild as an open mic poetry night can be.
full of people reading poetry and sipping coffee.
wild man! wild!
somebody wrote a poem about me. they likened me to a hamster. i decided that maybe it was time to shave my beard.
people that normally do not come to poetry night came.
one couple gave me a coffee mug with a cartoon cow on it.
some girls attempted to rape me in the parking lot.
then i left.
my old (and i do mean old. the guy is forty four) roomate gave me his guitar.
i said thank you and then hit the road.
(not literally!)
on the way home i stopped at a gas station and bought a steve martin comedy cd and johnny cash: live from fulsom prison.
it made me think of my friend zak. i took my shoes off in his honor.
now i am at my parents house for a few weeks.
where everybody here just went to dallas for the weekend.
they suck.
in other thoughts:
i absolutely love the idea of having a female stalker. even if all the girl did was google me, it still means alot.
that is all.
or is it???????
11:03 a.m. - 2004-02-19
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