Ain't nothing sweeter than a watermelon dream.

This morning I woke up in the cemetery. I'm not sure how I got there. Maybe it was a mixture of cheap whiskey and the thick t-shirt that kept me barely alive through the chilly night. But what I do remember is watching episodes of Afro Samurai with a stranger. I trust he treated me kindly, because I remember for a moment being in his warm bed, beneath a warm down comforter, being fed water, and having my hair brushed with his fingers. How I wound up resting against the tombstone of Abigail Harrow is beyond my knowledge.

Everything suddenly reeks of Vicks VapoRub and I'm nauseated.

I learned something at work yesterday. You cannot ignore something that doesn't exist in your life. I am not sure if that makes it any less difficult to ignore. I've got the blues, but I cannot figure out why. I've been screaming my lungs out about it since I woke up in the graveyard. If you must sing the blues, what better way than to holler them?

today was very eventful. i woke up just in time for work. i was proud of myself. what a shame.

after an alright work day, i met up with josh and went to central park. we walked and talked a bit, then we blew a blunt in a little shady spot on the grass. to make things even better, our trip to applebee's in times square was seamless. despite the nice weather, and it being a friday afternoon, we got seats on the spot and didn't wait at all for our artichoke dip.

after that, we went back and hit a bong and watched a slasher film. and chilled. and talked about our old bands. then he burned me some cd's, and even made little diy jackets for them.

i had a pretty awesome night.

i am dying to make more music with adam. we make a great team. i want to write many songs with him and record them all outside with the sounds of the neighborhood kids playing "hot peas and butter".

i'm never wearing shorts in bushwick again. thank god josh gave me a hoodie.