19 May, 2005
love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands

at "long" last, this three-day/thirty-six hour hell is about to come to an end.
at the other end of the road, the empty house... except for the cat.
my shoes will depart from my feet at the speed of light.

i wish i had a dollar for every question about when i will have my hair cut. it has been six months, now... but it's been different, letting it grow out. it gives the dreadlock company... which, at this stage, is below my shoulder blades. everybody else has either adopted the congressional plastic wig look, or the bald one. neither of which, is going to happen on my skull. nor the mullet.
tomorrow might be the day for changes.

Friday has got me jittery, already... tickets to the Gang Of Four show in DC, in hand. my first experience with them was back in 1981 (?) at the old Ontario Theater (where the Clash played on their first US tour). perfect venue. in the thick of Adams Morgan, a slightly-seedy movie palace from the thirties: all undulating cornices, art deco to the maximum, worn about the edges, still-glowing neon. quite the contrast with English/socialist/Marxist/punk-Funk. if this show is anything like the first, i'll need those reservations for overnight, across the river. and a stomach pump.

growing old gracefully, obviously, is not for me.

Saturday: FA cup final, ArsenalVsManchester United, at the pub in Alexandria.
Sunday, if i've still got the fire, vintage racing in West Virginia.

so few brain cells, so little time.

think i'll start packing up, now.

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