Friday, October 02, 2009
I'm in Chicago. I'm drinking an iced-tea with milk in it in a coffeeshop up north on Clark St. I'm going to get picked up soon to go to DeKalb for that art opening I was trying to tell you about a few days ago. Are you coming? I'm a little anxious. My feet feel like heavy axes, my back feels like a wet 2x4, my bones are hot rusting water pipes.