Cardwell and I are on his balcony and listen to the water as it makes its way down to the pond. He suggests that I just hang out at the pool instead of going to the beach and deal with the sand. He puffs on the cigarette, but the smell doesn't bother me because I'm already deep into a mood.
We're back at his place from lunch at TGIF with Eddy, Rey, Joe (Ortiz) and the two of us. A headache that I woke up with started to dull but now is intense and throbbing. I think it has a lot to do with my environment. I'm already two aspirin under, and I've just taken two Tylenol to compliment.
He finds the sunblock and I apply it to my tattoo. I realize that I do capture a lot of moments but I have never connected them together to tell a story. I have never put the effort into sewing up all of the moments and they begin to sag. Sagittarius.
My hands are not steady. Shaking. Motorcycle - "As The Rush Comes"
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
