Saturday morning/afternoon. Spent the evening at a bar called
Sinners and
Saints. Groovy place, long and narrow, deep
crimson walls,
black couches and nice bar. One pool table at the end of the room. Ran said table for a few games, for
drinks.
Black Haus and
Newcastle, and my
stomach is still ripped.
Randy drove home, and I passed out on the floor in the living room. Last thing I remember is him placing two
hot dogs by me to eat as I slid into unconciousness..then waking up later and crawling into my room, and falling asleep to the
blue light I left on so I wouldn't
puke. That's a trick I learned awhile ago..it's so easy to
pass out staring at a non-white
light.
God I love
drinking. Yusa (roommates girlfriend) is flying in from
Dublin tonite, we've been cleaning. I like this new apartment, huge with bare walls; I managed to secure some of my smaller
antique pieces of
furniture, they look nice in here. At least someone will appreciate them.
Finially heard from
Baltimore. I should be able to retrieve my paints (my
life, my
blood) and paintings soon. I miss them.
Still haven't found work. This sucks.