5.30.97

Wow.

What a month.

I almost feel like more than skin.

Crazy, motion, here there here there, back forth and back again, all over the west US in my little Geo, dog slobber in the desert , now sitting in my little pit in the new home (found one, finally...), my arms are sore from lifting just the first of the couches and other things wayyy to big for this new tiny apartment...

..this is good, I'm tired of sleeping in back yards and huge desert expanses, though the sun rises with magnificent grandeur over the endless plane of the Salt Flats... and the dog fur melts well into the thin creeks of the Moab desert.

...and at the exact second that Stockton hit the three pointer at the buzzer tonight, leading them to the NBA finals, Henry Rollins took the stage at my bar... the EXACT SAME moment... I recognized it as a nearly perfect instant... there are so few of those...

..I've been keeping the DMG going in long hand since my absence... maybe I'll post, maybe not... lostsa long boring shit that I wrote because I had nothing better to do...

I am back home. Back in a home. I've got my bottle. I am ready for the next chapter.

wwood