Not today. Probably not for many, many days and nights. But what he’s doing to his body isn’t good.
While I sat waiting for the light to change, I saw him shudder violently and then settle back.
Is this the end of a trip or the beginning? I don’t know enough about it to venture a guess.
Some drugs reach into a person’s soul and become inextricably tangled in the fissures.
I noticed yesterday how all of us at the coffee house sit down and spread our little talismans around us.
I claimed my space with: my cell phone, my notebook, my fountain pen, a cup of coffee, a stir stick, a copy of the book The Resiliant Writer and my camera.
What do you mark your territory with?
Hydra and I went out for another early evening hike.
It was good and head-clearing.
I went to a funeral earlier in the day. A writer friend’s mother passed away after she’d taken care of her for 7 years. Alzheimers.
The service was made up of people getting up and speaking about the deceased and her daughter. La Loca, as we’ll call her, was beautiful in a mohawk haircut that shows off her incredible bone structure. Her girlfriend and their six-year-old daughter got up and spoke of the things they loved about grandma. It was moving and quiet, and a good commemoration of a life.
My friend, the Elegant E, and I went together. It was more personally emotional than either of us expected.
