Leroy's Before 4:50 a.m.

{HAPPY G-HOG DAY}
Tonight PrettyLiz and I talked about writing techniques. Both story telling and lyrical writing. We talked about freezing cash to make in less accessible to whimsy, road trips to New York City, coffee vs. Leroy's coffee, poetic graffiti, complaining about not going to Soldotna, making semi-plans of our own to go to DQ (she's NEVER been), and how getting around a city without a car completely and totally changes everything about your life.

In between spurts of dialogue I finished off the chapter in which I sit in the Office Supply Storage/Suspension Room of school. It was a hard night of writing because my headache came back and it started blocking out whole groups of words from my active vocabulary. For instance, I was unable to call up any words that began with the letters "B," "L," or "T." I was also unable to think of synonms or antonyms for words like 'paper,' 'pictures,' 'pizzaz,' 'pasta,' or any of those other prodigious terms.

So now I'm home and it's just after 5. Later this afternoon I might go over to PrettyLiz's Mountain View Apartment and jam with her roomie. They're in a band they call "We Karate," and they're working on songs for their album called "T.P. (E.P.)" I guess we're going to work on a song about Leroy's. Tell you the truth, I doubt very much that I'm going over there. Neither one of us has the others' number and I only know the apartment complex in which they live, not the exact cubbie. Besides, I wasn't even invited, so the odds of me going over there are small. Really small. I don't even know why I brought it up.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "So Many Seagulls At The Bus Stop (Maybe Billionz)" by We Karate