2002-11-25 - 11:45 p.m.
i am waiting for my laundry to dry.
just did some stair master to work my fly ass.
studied the heart for a bit.
dropped off tom at the train station. he is on his way to SF/ i'm on my way to LA.
tomorrow.
tom and I chilled like old times/berkeley style/freshman year dorm style. for three days in the NYC. walking everywhere. jazz hole in the wall club friday. awesome Sax player came in at 2 in the morning. sunday breakfast with trevor in brooklyn and going thru used book stores.
sat night, some stupid ass club. im done with clubs.
tom and i, we used to wait outside on parker and telegraph and try to get homeless folks to buy us some boos. some boones/ strawberry hill sweet as hell virgin alcohol.
now tom drinks vodka straight. complains if it even has vanilla flavoring. and its been a damn long time since i even thought about not getting in some where cuz my age.
this weekend was fun. tom is still a nomad, singing marvin gaye and getting juiced about a new version of funk 70's soul and talking about love and its thrilling capability.
he is the only engineer berkeley student i know with the guts to cook in a restaurant and live day to day. truly day to day. he is capable of getting up and going whenever whatever.
its appealing and not at the same time.
okay laundry probably done. California here i come, will you take me as i am, strung out on another woman. a joni mitchell song tom was listening too. it sits in your head, but in a real peaceful way.
peace,
sri
