april the second , two thousand one


love of hopeless causes


i layed on the floor for the first time in a long time .

maybe it was the first time .

there was smeared black oil paint on my left hand , ground into the fingertips that i had used to even out the line on the new painting i was working on .

laying on the floor wasnt so bad and it had been at least two years since jerry had asked me to watch the dog that had shit large brown and all over the kitchen , then kicked the pile with a clumsy puppy's paw into a smear . six feet long .

i was stinky from my walk around hollywood . its two : oh three and a shower probably isnt in the plans for this afternoon .

its definitely summer again . tourists in fool bloom .



and its on all the time .