I will have to make it over and explore Butte and Anaconda someday. I would also like to check out Glacier Park and a number of other places around here. (I haven’t explored this region much since moving here.)
I try to be a good host when people stop by. (I save the good smoke and beer, and I have bought some cocaine lately, to share with people who come by.) (I love the company of my women friends and that is how I say thanks.)
(7pm) Busy day!
I got stuck in a meeting at work until after 6pm. (Annoying!)
Erica stopped by during the day and left me some potato salad. (Yum!)
Back to making tapes for people. (Sharing makes me happy!)
I ran into Miranda in Greenough at lunch today. (Danny is out of town spending time with his father and Miranda is taking care of his place. (We walked over to his place and I helped her with her chores.)) (We had a nice chat!) (Brightened my day!) (She says Danny is going through a difficult time. (His mom died recently and now his dad is dying.) (He is going to have to go through a time of mourning and come to terms with this, before he can start pushing toward anything new.))
(9pm) I went through some house buyer’s brochures. (Dreaming is fun!)
For some reason tonite I thought about a trip I took to Tempe back in ’72. (I was going to school at KU back then and living in Lawrence. One of my friends discovered he had leukemia and had six months to live, so he moved back to Tempe to live with his mom. I drove out there to visit him over spring break, and we did some major league partying. (e.g., we went into a biker bar one afternoon. We were standing at the bar. He pushed me and I bumped into the guy next to me. Then I pushed him and he bumped into the guy next to him. And so on for a bit. Then we went across the street and watched the fight we had started through the window, until one guy got thrown through the window.) (e.g., one day we went bar hoping and stole the 15 ball from all the pool tables. (We ended with 12 of them.)-(I still have one around here somewhere.)) (e.g., I joined the Tempe drinking club one nite. (The initiation was drinking 21 shots of ta-kill-ya.)-(Talk about fucked up and puking!)) (e.g., one nite after the bars closed we went out to the graveyard with a gallon of wine and some smoke. We sat on his grave and bs’d until dawn. (His sister was buried in the next grave. (She died from a butchered abortion.)-(So sad!))) (e.g., one nite we took a bunch of booze and drugs and drove to LA and back. (Driving across the desert at nite is sure beautiful!)) (We had a lot of fun! He drove back to Lawrence with me and we continued to party there for a few weeks.) (My mom had died six months before I went on that trip and I was in a middle of a two-year binge.))
Miranda is like Erica in that she doesn’t talk about herself much, so I tell her stories that feel like they may be useful to her and hope it helps. (I wonder sometimes about the why of my story choices, but I seem to entertain people most of the time, and hopefully, sometimes, help others a bit with their puzzles.)
(10pm) D O is still out and about.