for those unable to attend…

i didnt realize it’d been a week since i’d written anything here…we closed last night…great tight perfectly explosive show to end on…and what a brief yet soul crunching hangover i enjoyed this morning…thanks to homemade cafe for curing it…it was a wild vulnerable night…emotions too widescreen to go into right now…later…i have no voice…but i have lotsa photos…i need to spend the next few days getting my PS Berkeley Life into boxes…we arrived here in, what, mid sept? It feels like both a long and short time ago…But it’s all time…And I can clock this time in joys and sorrows…in downtown’s gin and tonics…in cigarettes smoked in beckett’s alcove…i can clock the time in longing, my friend…sitting on your couch…with you there on the floor…and your face turned naked… cuz i opened up a door…and your face turned softer…sweeter…more innocent than a child’s…and then we drove somewhere…and the party was wild…but you were not there…
/s

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