four am: 288/365

four am: 288/365

Here’s a weird thing. I had to get up at 3:40 PST Monday am. I was in the taxi by 4:00. And on the way to the airport I wrote a poem. I don’t write poems. Have only written four of my own free will until this one. I don’t mean only four good ones. I...
in LA: 286/365

in LA: 286/365

today I wrote a bad sex scene on purpose drove across the Golden Gate Bridge flew to LA took Uber for the first time (I know, where have I been) ate at Sugarfish with son #2 and his girlfriend saw Bridge of Spies with Martin Short (okay, not with with, but he was...