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I received an email from a friend about her upcoming first art show.
I made bacon and eggs for breakfast, like I have been all week. I mixed a punk-rock recording I made with a friend of mine on the previous day and sent the mixes to him in an email. I walked down miles of Ocean Beach with my shoes off. I noticed more sand dollars than ever in my life. I saw one that had a pinkish color to it and picked it up and realized it was alive. It had dozens of little feelers reaching out to grab a hold of something. I put it back in the sand. I got back home and watched the second half of the Alfred Hitchcock movie, "Rear Window." I napped a few hours. I bought a half pint of whiskey and some rolling tobacco and caught the bus to the mission district where the art gallery was. I met my friend and talked to her about her exhibit. It was about going through a process, hoping to find something, and finding nothing at all. I jumped back on the bus to return home. Between transfers, I urinated in a dark corner between buildings. I ate left-over pasta, rolled a cigarette and sipped a bit of whiskey on the back porch and watched the fog lurk through the gardens behind people's houses.
I will watch another movie now. Probably "Walk Hard - The Dewey Cox Story."
