Friday, February 03, 2006

came for the poetry, stayed for the conversations, i was the only one who had poems to spit at the open mic, i guess everyone else just showed up for the beer. nice spot too: a rooftop over a street that smells like dried fish. finally read some new poems, felt hellaaaa good. haven’t emptied myself out in public since… i can’t remember. been meeting some filmmakers, graphic designers, musicians, basically, good looking cats who want to collaborate. i gotta get off my ass.

“hi, um, let’s hang out. bring your drum set.”