I spent the afternoon with chandra
aside from the usual
for which I'd mentally prepared
the worst sign is
she doesn't like wilson.
I wrote this day in my journal-
I make a notebook my constant companion
oldtech - handwriting
why double work?
especially dumb at 2am.
I blew it up so you could maybe read it
if you can't,
click on it or
send me e-mail
I'll be in tomorrow,
I'll type a translation
portions were removed.
the comment about black men was hers.
that little dude-art isn't mine, it's some graffitti artist I see all over the city and record in my notebook.