I couldn’t put down words that say how cool it is to know the Wolf. Moving toward an understanding of global fetishism - LIVING toward one. Screaming out from ahead, telling the rest of us hurry up.

Kicking doors in a mismatched, hyperreal world of artifacts and tools and clothes, all taken from too many others in imaginary places.

Making it in an enviable way. Helping out and seeking help.

No shame and no fear.

I gotta’ say, I never thought I’d know him for so long. Sometimes, the man just lets it quietly overflow; Peacefully puts a cap on the Moment; Takes a calm way home and snoozes like a kitten in the sun. No presumption or pretense at all.

There’s no time.
Too little time and too far apart.

my adventurer in boy-land and in the land of special cakes.
the lime on my key lime pie.
my wake-up clock on the way to work every morning (tuned to AM incessant ebullient talkishness)