linus wong is mine

something keeps reminding me of the hippie who stole matt's power drill in the spring.

i've started carrying treats in my pocket because i'm sick of city dogs being unimpressed by me.

i smoked out a 75-year-old man named ed. twice. he always carries a pipe and a doctor's note saying it's for his glaucoma.

sam's coming to visit a week from tomorrow, and he's requested that i not take him to bars. melissa thinks he and his girl probably already had a conversation about it.

i don't know what i'm trying to pull here, i can't write. i'm furious and i hate this city sometimes.