I never ever see Eric anymore. His rust bucket project seems pretty moot anyway.

I saw the ugly china man leave is house by car as I walked the street in front of his house. I always see him: he is everywhere in this hood.

Mellow morning where I lazed in bed until 7am.

I dedicate the merit of this day to the enlightenement of all of us including my godmother in her rebirth. om mani peme hung