Hey guys.

Hey people. Hi.
I’m here outside. Right out there. I’m at a cafe. Champion. It’s 4:00p.m. and it’s October 10th and it’s 75 degrees. I’m in navy silk shorts with pocket flaps and an equally silky top with jagged stripes. We are in Brooklyn.

About me:
I have a trail tonight - I am hoping to secure some work as a server as a means to ends and means to beginnings.

I want to paint my room.
I want to read more.
I cooked at P’s and walked home. On my way I stopped into a bookstore, Word.
I read Rumi and in his way he smeared salt all over my wounds with perfect explanations for curing for what ails me.

I did the dishes at my apartment and I napped.
I want to be kissed a lot more and I like it when bees do their thing with flowers.

By the way, Alta and I saw each other two weeks ago. The only lesson I gathered from our meeting was this: it’s okay to live with one foot out the door, so long as you know it’s open.