pepto-abysmal: Aug. 11, 2004 (6:02 pm)

learning from sal paradise, i fixed myself enough sandwiches to last during my trip back from the west coast. i felt sick to my stomach and mostly ate pepto-bismol and tried to sleep on the plane which is easier than sleeping in a greyhound which is easier than hitching rides for three thousand miles. last week i sat in a shrine, baked corn bread for a hundred and twenty, drank champagne under a picture of a monk in an add for expensive yoga videotapes, and slept in a yurt, where we threw parties with boxed white wine from yosemite and joints rolled by boys from puerto rico. spilling wine on my hand while walking with a girl from chicago, i thought about how everything i did in santa cruz felt like items on a list and how much i just wanted to get home where the weeks get repetitive but remain beautiful. let's make a deal to see each other where we want to be.

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