[Verse 1: Mark Kozelek]
August 31, 2015, 2:36 PM
Woke up at 11:30 AM to a ton of emails
A friend from Ohio went to a funeral
Over the weekend, he's got another one to go to
On Wednesday
The restaurant business plus a piece of ambient music
From Justin, but I haven't listened to it yet
Dropped some film off to be developed that I'm hoping
Could be right for Jesu/Sun Kil Moon album art
I was planning on walking down to the Marina
When I overheard someone say the word:
"Creole"
With the power of suggestion, I walked the opposite way down the port
To Brandon's, where I had a bowl of gumbo
The waitress working there saw my iced tea cup
She said, "Oh I work there"
I said, "Really? I've never seen you there before"
She said, "I work from 6AM to 10:30AM"
And I said, "Oh, I don't even wake up until 11"
On my way back, I saw this crackhead-looking guy walking his dog. The dog's hind legs were supported by this little wheelchair-type thing, and he was wearing this tiny little diaper. The guy was walking the dog pretty fast, and it concerned me a little, and I thought about saying something, but the dog's face looked happy enough. At some point, the crackhead guy picked the dog up, wheelchair and all, and they gave each other a kiss. I could tell that the only thing they had in the world was each other, and it was really touching. My mind jumped to that horrible scene in Midnight Express where the cat, the pet who belongs to the prisoner played by John Hurt, was hung by prison guards
Then I looked down, and I was in the sunny spot on the road, and it felt really warm, and I looked up and I saw my friend Roger's old apartment. He moved to Portland years ago and got married. He and I used to go fishing up at Point Reyes, and Bolinas or Stinson Beach. We'd bring fish back, and I'd clean the fish, and Katy would cook them up, and his girlfriend would come over and the four of us would watch boxing matches or movies or whatever. I thought of Katy, as I do several times a day. Then I went into a corner market, and bought some oranges and yogurt and water. I came back to more emails, and I'll listen to Justin's piece of music soon. Then I'm gonna restring my nylon string guitar, read a chapter in John Conway's book, and see Caroline tonight for dinner
August 31, 2015, 2:36 PM
Woke up at 11:30 AM to a ton of emails
A friend from Ohio went to a funeral
Over the weekend, he's got another one to go to
On Wednesday
The restaurant business plus a piece of ambient music
From Justin, but I haven't listened to it yet
Dropped some film off to be developed that I'm hoping
Could be right for Jesu/Sun Kil Moon album art
I was planning on walking down to the Marina
When I overheard someone say the word:
"Creole"
With the power of suggestion, I walked the opposite way down the port
To Brandon's, where I had a bowl of gumbo
The waitress working there saw my iced tea cup
She said, "Oh I work there"
I said, "Really? I've never seen you there before"
She said, "I work from 6AM to 10:30AM"
And I said, "Oh, I don't even wake up until 11"
On my way back, I saw this crackhead-looking guy walking his dog. The dog's hind legs were supported by this little wheelchair-type thing, and he was wearing this tiny little diaper. The guy was walking the dog pretty fast, and it concerned me a little, and I thought about saying something, but the dog's face looked happy enough. At some point, the crackhead guy picked the dog up, wheelchair and all, and they gave each other a kiss. I could tell that the only thing they had in the world was each other, and it was really touching. My mind jumped to that horrible scene in Midnight Express where the cat, the pet who belongs to the prisoner played by John Hurt, was hung by prison guards
Then I looked down, and I was in the sunny spot on the road, and it felt really warm, and I looked up and I saw my friend Roger's old apartment. He moved to Portland years ago and got married. He and I used to go fishing up at Point Reyes, and Bolinas or Stinson Beach. We'd bring fish back, and I'd clean the fish, and Katy would cook them up, and his girlfriend would come over and the four of us would watch boxing matches or movies or whatever. I thought of Katy, as I do several times a day. Then I went into a corner market, and bought some oranges and yogurt and water. I came back to more emails, and I'll listen to Justin's piece of music soon. Then I'm gonna restring my nylon string guitar, read a chapter in John Conway's book, and see Caroline tonight for dinner
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