speechmess:

so last night there was a transaction. i thought it to be an illegal one. he left the bag and we went to intercept it. we couldn't find the bag. and the crackhead came later, thankfully he didn't find us snooping around. then a man yelled at a bouncer, turned to me, asked me to light his cigarette and told me "wasn't that cool man, just like a western." i will probably never see him or his poor, sad, lonely girlfriend again. unless he gets kicked out of billy's in the near future, or goes to see the iguanas next time they play there (who are the iguana's anyways? plus i hate accordian).
i haven't been reading all too much, but have been watching a string of films. cooley high, harold and maude, wild strawberries, kippur, closely watched trains, high and low.
i am withdrawn.
i have fallen for a woman.
nobody understands it because nobody knows. ha.
and i'm trying to get adjusted to way too many new things in my life.
i want my brother to come visit.
and i need to talk to sauce (i think about him everyday, does this mean i'm in love? no--i just miss him).
scientific experiments tonite.
she's nice.