April 13, 2003

  • I ran 7 more cemetery miles today.  Actually just  *now* .  Felt *left out all alone*.  Like an Iraqi fugitive transported to the land of the foreign dead.  Busted my psychic gut for the last lap, I did.  Yes, that was a vintage gesture on behalf of all that’s universally intrepid.


    I’m sunning now between gravestones and sipping 'something' from a can to replenish my sacred bodily fluids.   Zazen.


    I helped a chick name Sue this morning retrieve her personal belongings from the premises of an estranged lover.  No, I wasn’t alone, but attended by a motley band of rascals.  Though her ex- didn’t want to let us in, the shock and awe of a horde of scoundrels appearing at his door on Sunday morning forced his hand.  But get this: she said ‘just two dressers’ and it turned out that she had a full half-household to move.  So after spending three hours when we expected to spend only one, my buddy Mike and myself re-prioritized and just shuffled along. 


    He shuffled home to rake leaves.  I shuffled here to bask in the sun.  Satori.

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