Thirty years ago today:
I didn’t leap
wildly into the New Year. I let it come to me in its own time and casually
washed it down with a beer while sitting in a Vietnamese restaurant with Mike
Martin. We had some shitty, overcooked food and then walked east to another
place where the only other customers were a sloppy drunk Ojibwa woman and her
son. They bought us each a beer and I danced with the old lady.
I woke up in the
afternoon annoyed with Mike’s presence. I can only take so much of his
complaining about society and what it’s done to him. After he left I was
depressed and aware of my hunger for a relationship with a good woman.
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