you know, there is no real need for anyone to read this. this is just documenting nonsense memories for later usage

what was that angry rant about?

anyways, on a lighter note, i met pleasant people last night. one was the man i aspire to be. he told me i, like him, belong in this city, and will only come back if I leave it. which is true.

I also made a statement to him that made him cry. I don't know what kind of tears, but it arose from me telling him that my brother just married a japanese woman. It could have been tears of personal happiness or tears of painful memories.

he also wears the same shoes 350 days of the year. and has a cane chillen on his arm, but not used. and vodka in a hotel plastic cup in his shirt pocket. we smoke the same rollies (temporarily)... and, the reason I enjoyed observing him so much... his long white beard that covered his entire chest and belly.

my friend claudia blamed the approach of him and his drunken irish friend on my welcoming energy. that statement alone brightened my night.

have a lovely day!