you can stop flooding my inbox with fantasies of featherbeds and dance routines, pink champagne and restraints.
im just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit.
took a midnight train
los angeles is on fire. its warm as summer here. at least eighty five, maybe ninety. and not too windy. the wind blew all the crap out of the skies so its warm clear hot babes everywhere. we know this is borrowed time but it doesnt matter, it makes a guy like me feel 79 again.
people ask me to write about michael jackson and his kids, but i wont. black folk dont like to talk about other black folk losing their minds. and obviously he’s just doing it all for the nookie, i mean for the attention.
and the warm weather just makes me meloncholy cuz i wish i did have a fast car, fast enough that we could fly away.
i would keep driving till it stopped being warm and gorgeous then i would double back, maybe go down a dusty road following the edge of warmth and if the road stopped, well i guess then we’d have to push the blinking orange button that would levitate us over the trees over the hills and above the clouds where days like these live every day.
when i was a boy in chicago i would look at the birds outside my window on the sill and id say stupid bird you could be anywhere in the world what are you doing here in cold chicago and it would twist its neck and blink.
karisa has exciting adventures that i wish she would allow me to share with you, and i suppose tony has exciting adventures that he wishes he could share with you too but there is a strange immediacy to writing in this media that makes some things feel like theyre better left saved for novels where we really pretend that its fake.
but if i told you that karisa got drunk last night with her pals and rode the bull at the saddle ranch and saw some famous people including the southern girl from real world vegas i guess thats not showing off.
and if i told you that i got to hang out with a skinny blonde girl who watched buffy while i showered and sang along to jayz and then shaved and then got to be close to her thats not really showing off i hope.
and if i told you that this morning i clicked on mad pony and was suprised to see that they put up a cute little photo gallery would you come back to me, or would you just stay over there and forget who sent ya?
ah, if only i was 87 years younger and living on a ranch in oklahoma where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.
and dont tell them but i cant figure out which one is kristen and which one is lauren but does it really matter?
i do know which one is meesh and it bums me out that she hasnt updated.
so lets all go over there and fill her comments box with pleas and excertations, shall we?