Friday, April 13, 2007

Bigfoot Lodge....

Four hours sleep
plane ride
drunk
orange corvette
brother pushed it to 100
beautiful beast
I forgot how cars did that
At my Mom's house
Gurrero
Joe
We talked about him
tattoo didn't set well
neither did the eyebrow bar
I think
I left the two most famous people in my life
with a junkie
DD
You fuck up
spells death
Tired of fear
Dallas however, is sunny and fair
no signs of heat
not yet

3 Comments:

Blogger Otis said...

Welcome to Texas.

4:53 AM  
Blogger mindy said...

whataburger and bueno!! woohoo!!!

3:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey! Hope you're enjoying your trip.

You better not, however, even consider making it a permanent thing(sorry Mindy!) I can see it now- you're dragging me, clamped onto your leg & hysterical, through the airport. You smell something burning & look down to see smoke comming from my rugburned body. You try again to shake me loose. But alas, I am like the train on your gown. You board your plane & try to stow me securely, but I'm too heavy to lift into the overhead compartment & too bulky to fit under the seat in front of you. You're outa luck & can't go anywhere. The End.

Moral of the story... save yourself wasted time & energy & just accept that you really can't move.

Back to reality- please call me as soon as you get a chance. Thanks!

11:59 PM  

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