i listened to fiona apple on repeat almost the entire train ride here. o'sailor is playing right now. last night i had a beer with four really sweet guys. they were improvising mad crazy harmonies, better than any jazz troupe i ever saw, it was a bit intimidating to just jump in. i smoked out of an apple for the first time. i already forgot their names. bright eyes was playing in the background it was nicely balanced. high i was way more sensative to my place in the group and the natural order that already existed. i said things that i felt i was just learning to understand as i spoke them out and they really got it. i was happy to talk about the strenuousness of travelling and staying with people. i had a good time. relaxed. i felt like i knew exactly what was necessary at any given time and everything was going slowly. i wrote the strangest poetry, mirah-like, comparing our situation to a kingdom. time doesn't pass as fast as i usually think it does when im hungry and single, looking for the next bar.
i feel almost as though some native american ritual happened here last night, each played a role and we danced. maybe i'm getting better at the group dance, where before i could only tango.
dustin gave me a wake up call, intervention-style advice session yesterday. he was basically like, why are you rushing stuff?
just as sincere as a dog looks...
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