it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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I was lying on my mother's couch, screaming at the television, watching L.A. Burn--

One-Eyed Jack

New Words: 1521
Total Words: 57,302
Pages: 256
Reason for stopping: Tired
Mammalian Assistance: Mebd napping on desk
Stimulants: very cheap red plonk
Exercise: walked 5.7 miles
Mail: nomail
Tyop du jour: nothing good.
Darling du jour: When the echoes had died, the athlete raised his head stiffly, turned to pin the American on a glance, and said, sotto voce, "So. Tell me about Dallas. Do."
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory
Other writing-related work: none

Today, while out for our walk, the boy and I were complimented extravagantly and randomly by a wild-looking homeless man on a bicycle. We checked; we were over the line in Vegas, not in northtown where we live.

I think I just met Jackie.

Viva Las Vegas.

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