I think it was because G. was asleep and we share this wall. Those circles w/nails in them? little wooden chop sawed limbs of the black walnut tree. Dyed. Their centers are soft little inner pinpoints that a small copper nail can get shoved nicely thru. But they were just tacked (by my thumb) up there. And today I took them down. Art as moveable therapy that will set up shop somewhere else. Just like my G.
I just need to do something about that goddam waiting list for housing @SFSU.
I gotta have heart. Corazon! And I can't leave any stones unturned. Exausting every possibility is we! Fuck it, we're gonna start busking. I thought in my heart of hearts that G. would be funkified enuf to be down with it. Only he's not into it. That's okay, you know who is? Happy! We are going to get our playlist together and go somewhere outta town where nobody knows us. I'm thinking the Santa Monica Pier. I'll put Pop-pops in his rattiest lookin' clothes. Show a little cleavage. Happy can play the guitar and I'll sing songs like
House of the Rising Sun
Dirty Old Egg Suckin' Dog
I'm glad no one's here (just me by the sea)
Declarate Innocente (in Spanish!)
No, that won't work because Pop-pops is a wild running around chase the birds right off into the ocean kinda guy. Otherwise, we'd ride the bus down there tomorrow....I must come clean and admit that Busking is one of my hottest fantasies.