I'm on a mini-vacation right now. Three days off in a row. This is day one.
So far, I have gotten high and watched the first two episodes of Ken Burn's Jazz.
The second episode is still on. That's what I like about Ken Burns, it's basically a radio drama.
I am listening while typing.
And all I really want to say is that I really love the kind of dude that I am.
Outside of my computer and a few kitchen appliances, there is absolutely nothing modern in my apartment.
It's just books and jazz in here.
This apartment, incidentally, once housed Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg for a spell.
When I was younger all I wanted was to be some sort of bohemian intellectual.
And somehow, without realizing, I have become just that.
I feel goddamn lucky.
This weed is strong.
I am infinite.
We are all everything.
10:45 a.m. - 2016-01-06
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