without irony, my black cat curls up on the mouse pad.
another midnight approaches. all I can do is sing.
old girlfriend’s birthday. still wish her a happy one, lying little tramp.
hot sake, perfect for this fall night. but the cups! why so frigging small?
flash grenades brighten tear gas clouds. downtown oakland or gaga concert?
morning. my old dog shits on his own leg, then acts like nothing happened.
downtown shines in hard autumn light. nice to be outside.
dinner. the wine bottle is always one glass short.