November 12, 2003
We're kindrid freaks, who globe-trot around the underworld and land feet up at LEAST half the time. Both of us should have been dead long ago like Erik or the others, but since we're here we do not go quietly into that very dark night. We've instead learned to carry a flashlight.
Dug:
the military translator.
the ape with his weener stickin out.
the Eagle Scout who has his army knife handy
the santa convulsing in the corner on the floor.
the stagehand, the catholic charities worker
round and round we go.
As I type this from my trailer in sleepy Gerlach NV, a train rumbles by and shakes the earth under my butt as i sit at the computer. As I type this Dug is getting off the Staten Island Ferry while a subway car rumbles the ground under his butt as he hops on his bike. I'm in Gerlach, Nevada and Dug is in NYC. One year ago we were both in Baltimore. Go back a year and Dug's in Baltimore and I'm in NYC. Go back a few years and you'll find me in Richmond, VA and Dug in Washington DC. Where will we be next year kiddo? compare and contrast. Today is 11/11/03. rabbit rabbit baby.
