January 28, 2005
Shitting Around
I'm looking at a folded up short story I wrote in Comox last month. I wonder what I'll do with it, or why I wrote it. . . Fiction is a very daunting thing.
Anyways, I took some photos yesterday while I was hanging outside of a dumpster at seven a.m. I ran into Brian, who humbled me. I'm very disallusioned, but this guy was all out friendly and helpful to those around him. I brought him back to my place and filled him up with empties. He slugged the dregs out of all our old gin and rye bottles. It cheered him up.
these guys were in the bar while I played pool.
Now I'm waiting for a few phone calls from some city councillors, and if they don't return my call by 4 p.m., then I'm going down to the pool hall. I'm also contemplating buying a bottle of "La Fin Du Monde."