gin, exercise ball

stretching on a bottle of segrams is intersting.

here's to the last of it. the last rob buck of the morning.

it's nice to drink on the lord's day, in the morning.

wonder...

still find it amazing, after all these years, the greek language grounded in action.

for instance, understand, episteme, epistemology.

what? understanding. standing under what? and are both we and the greeks standing under the same thing?

why under?

why not sitting, as the Buddhist do?

why why?

drunken sunday morning

only a little gin left.

used to know a girl, hot little one. can't remember her name, but remember those blond curls.

ginny. how could i forget. wasn't her tonic at first. then, she wanted me.

used to like her in part because she kissed joey lawrence.

we never made out. incidental touching.

god, such a wimp.

then there was the twelve year old. maybe 13. but i was 16. felt like i was taking advantage. she had faith in me i never had before.

to list loves is an exercise in futility.

so many times, heart broken. wandering the streets.

less so now. but more lately.

if only... the words of a