2003-03-28 || 3:40 p.m.

|| business. ||

i am visiting michael. visiting michael equals lots of fights, most of which preside while in pajamas lying in bed wanting to go to sleep, lots of walking, mostly at night in residential areas where the sidewalk is not wide enough to accomodate our little gang, smoking too much on porches, driving in the truck singing oldies very loudly, looking through racks in the value village with dear m running over with pants or a sweater or ruffly blouse asking how about this (true friendship is knowing one another's size/taste). when he's not around i wander around his house. i sit on the porch swing and read all the untapped magazines i can collect. i make friends with the animals (have won the cat over but the dog is skeptical of my motivations..) and ritually go through his photo collection which is liberally peppered with me and him and o and ghosts from the good ol days. michael is 'move to portland' motivational speaker. move to portland rent is so cheap. move to portland you can have a studio and make art all day long. move to portland i know how much you love the almond gravy. it's a bit intimidating. and exhausting. and i love my michael and i hate that i see him approximately four times a year. because in that there is the need to get too much done and see everything and say everything and figure out how it will all work out.

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