out, about, yesterday. car repairs, from the break-in, led to greasy breakfast and iphone prose by the bay, the dirty side where only working boats and baseball fans go. then again to return the car to regular service, dinner with good people, short beckett plays with good people, walking on dark wet grass near the cool midnight waters with good people, with jokes, and, i have no idea why, the rest of the night re-watching the spider-man movies. being bored from one o’clock to dawn seemed like right. and drinking beer.
and where are we again? still with the question marks?
and the hurrying downhill?
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