20 miles out of town and cold irons bound
fixed up the house w/ my brother — sealed off afucked up wall and made a closet work again; gotta wait on the painting. put up a house # sign, did a few bits and pieces on the inside of the house. now that i’ve gotten into the rhythm of it, I think I’ll keep going. it is fun. he particularly loved the starfruit tree, they don’t have it in AL so it’s a particular treat. he leaves tomorrow — i never did get to cook some indian for him, but i packed him off with a buncha CDs and some spice packets for making indian at home as well as some books I had laying around that I wasn’t ever gonna crack open again. we hit up the holocaust memorial and took pictures of the statues.
i wrote a new song, “thrush to go”. needs music, maybe later.
it really struck me, truly and well. i can barely stand to think about it. pobrecita ella y pobrecito yo. obladi.
