perambulate

at night downtown i cross the street or at least make a little racket if i find myself walking behind a single woman. especially when the streetlamps cast my shadow towards them; it's so creepy to see someone's shadow overtake you.

i can't seem to walk the same way all the time. i have no gait. it seems all my parts are independent sometimes. each piece deciding to imprint its own version of forward progress.

there was a full moon tonight.

deadwood drunk

"I am not the fine man you take me for; no, no.
I come in April to sell a string of horses,
And try my luck in the stream.
What I got for my stock I lost at the wheel
And the flake I washed up, I drank the fuck away.
I don’t know as I’ll get home at all
I sold my boots. I owe nine dollars to a whore."