on words and actions through ears like mine.

when i attempt to decipher what people are trying to say, not only through words but through actions, the fragments of reason i find usually never amount to give me much of an answer. convincing arguments become so logical that it's hard to believe anything could be explained so easily. why is it so comprehensible? nobody is telling the whole truth all of the time, unless they disguise it as something else. with this in mind, the little mysteries of romances, friendships, and the most common interactions with people become more complex after i begin to analyze them, because through ears like mine, innocent modesty can turn ones words and actions into lies that were never intended to be lies at all. in fact, they began as truths. on the other hand, i have an imperfect understanding for people who say exactly what they mean. does that mean they meant exactly what they said?

usually, i mean what i say. but sometimes, i don't say what i mean.

last night i played a show at the lost and found bar of greenpoint. i played a very good set, although nobody was there to see it. well, there were a few. there were a few people who went out of their way to come watch me sing, and i love those people very much.

davi, josh, and i walked to a "spot". we walked to a "spot" and had a "moment". i brought my guitar. we sat on the edge of a thunderstorm, the edge of the concrete, and watched the lightning illuminate the sky. whenever it flashed, the clouds looked dark. we smoked some pot and played guitar. josh broke two of my strings. again. cops came, and left.

and then...

then the clouds swooped over us and slammed us with sheets upon sheets of water. i quickly stuffed my guitar in its case and we started running. we ran from the rain, we tried to fight nature. davi stood in the middle of the road, with his shirt off. soaked isn't the word.

we were all dripping. we began to walk back to davi's. none of us even bothered skipping over puddles. we just sloshed right into them. we got back and dried off, put on pajamas and cuddled each other. and josh sat, still soaking, browsing through davi's itunes. silent. besides the occasional "ooh!".

i skipped work today. how could i follow a night like that with a day of work?

Ain't nothing sweeter than a watermelon dream.