three long nights short on sleep and long on the drink. we had our first radio show, the novel 2am viernes slot, and it was rad. played this wolf eyes 10" against a w.s. burroughs cd—a raspy, morphined voice about queer bars and the c.i.a. worked well. slept for some few hours, took a rambling cabride to the the train with david, unintentionally flicked a fingernail on the cabbie (wow), and then we missed the train. wonder why. the city was hot and there were pb&j sammiches under a bridge and spliffs on the dirty 2nd ave sidewalk and the lovepump showcase at lit, with ears hurting and loud, good sounds. people were moshing there but way more hardcore than the clap your hands show on thursday that i forgot to mention; back then, while we were clapping, we also jumped and pushed and i stepped on people's feet and then someone nameless was sweaty w/o a shirt on and that was for sure not so cool. back to the lovepump show—"moshing" there meant one crazy hanging from a ceiling pipe and kicking wildly, almost hitting some people, and jarring my pint which allowed some spilling of $6 delicious red hook on my person. bastard. anyway, the rest of the 2nd (friday) night on and around 2nd ave was a riot, a quiet one. it was hot at a sweaty, greasy hipster party on ave a where i used my return ticket home as gum refuse. damn. david and i had a spliff with chris on the street until a mustached man in a little suv pulled up upon us and just stared, as though staking us out. chris hopped away and warned us of a new narcing trend around ny these days. scary shit. sure enough, we were back to the hops sauce last night, after seeing yip-yip and aids wolf again, and engaged in the requisite awkward, showy conversation that is our dance. i want a beer.

swampy here like the goddamn bayou. of the bayou, laura bush called Katrina 'Corrina' the other day—whaahoeaaaa that's crazy, and ig'nant. but she exercises, right? perhaps she's under some crazed Arnold routine like her hubbie, which is more than i can say, though i did buy some "Performance" goggles for, you know, performance swimming, today. but really, i thought the swamp weather was done and over, but it's back with a wet, sweaty face. it looks like the sky is gonna open up like Moses soon - or maybe like reverse-Moses, since sea's won't be parting but rather falling down on the sticky air down here.