Jun
16th
Wed
16th
Meh
Listening to The Police’s “Synchronicity” always, weirdly, makes me think of sweltering Gulf coast summers, circa 2002-2004… state budget cuts, resulting drama, Columbia disintegrating amidst blue Texas skies, Bush’s “pre-emptive” moral crimes, Mexican dirt weed, infuriating engineers, pointless love, stuffed mushrooms, lunch at Shootey’s, giant shrimp, C&J and their apartment(s), ladies and gentlemen: the Death of Johnny Cash, painting in my room, tremendous fear of loss that nevertheless happened, cocktails at Molly’s, first determined steps towards a total, painful but ultimately successful life reconfiguration. Strange that one can miss such misery. Or maybe I just miss those friends.
