I'm sharing this because Jack specifically told me not to share this picture.
Went dancing yesterday. I started talking to the girl that is kissing Mr. Pacman in this very picture:
I didn't know that this was who she was, when I started talking to her.
I started conversation with her by putting a pair of sunglasses within her peripheral vision, and waiting for her to react. It's, what I do. When she noticed, I told her I wanted her picture, with the glasses on and that I was sending polaroids with people in them, wearing these glasses to someone I have never met. So we talked and danced and talked and danced and all that.
Set my camera down, danced some more. Went to get my camera back and it was stolen. Someone stole a polaroid camera. Found her again, because I was going to take another picture of her, have her write her address and ask her if it was alright if I sent her strange things in the mail. I told her my intent and we used an old receipt instead.
I have many, many packages to send out, filled with terribly strange things, to people I barely know, or have never met. It's something to look forward to.
When I have one second. When I'm not tied to this damn computer.
I got out of the club - not before I told Melissa I loved her and spent the rest of this late late night, riding my bicycle around in the terrible cold, leaving notes of unfettered love in one place and avoiding the cops, which I have a gift of being able to do and dropping by, unannounced, to a girl's house to see her new puppy and give back the key I won't be needing anymore.
I stayed the night, not wanting to be in the gallery that night - for whatever reason. Sometimes it's nice to just have one more night together - just spooning, just talking - no yelling or tears (well, not many) - none of that. Just to keep someone warm - if I can provide that for someone, for life: I may be completely satisfied with life.
I woke up almost too late to have Breakfast with Katie, but I made it. We went to the Asian market to buy eggs and the breakfast she created was lovely. She taught me the basics of knitting and we clucked up a storm, while knitting away, about art, philosophy, love and the like.
