train leaves soon
happy birthday, Mar. I almost forgot to note it. it is your Golden Birthday, so I bet mom sent you twentythree bucks.
Portland is getting run on at Houston. I never follow professional hoops before the playoffs, but then, I’m marginally interested. Philly won on some ridiculous shit near the buzzer against Orlando, that was legit … but yes, that’s all I’ve got.
Houston. Houston is a town I’ve never visited, but I feel like I should. I can think of how a lot of this country is laid out, because I’ve seen it, or driven through it. I get everything from here to San Francisco in a straight line, I know how long it will take, what cities will look like. but not in Texas. steers and queers. the Cowboys. keep Austin weird. UTEP. Amarillo Slim. tex-mex cuisine. George Bush.
anyway, Greg, roommate from California, he lives there. maybe I’ll go and visit him.
I am taking the train tomorrow morning to Manhattan. it is the Big Day. I got a tip from someone at work to visit, if I happened to be nearby, a place he called ‘the little church around the corner’ like that was its proper name. hold on, I wrote this down somewhere …
yes. that’s what it’s called. it is on 29th between 5th and Madison. maybe I will go.
I’ve got to get some sleep. so what else, hrmm … fuck it. I will probably take a camera.
