perfect bbq last night at the ritzman pad mercer island.
oysters, chicken, corn, beer, seedy bread, mmm, J, T, Chris Kline, and Rob. Saw an eagle...no... wait... just a seagull...awful big one though.
joe and tara are off to NY till thursday when i hook up with them at SFO and then to tahoe. at work at 6:00 am. this is what having a car does to me. c'est tragique. ok, so i got a shortened week in front of me. i got job intrigue. I got fat beats. I got soul.

dreaming of the beach. body still remembers it too well. take me down to the water.