but my fingers are ill.

Talking a walk last night, Kboy and I heard an owl hooting in Knight’s Park.

Driving only a few blocks in Camden yesterday, I saw two tumbleweaves.

I sorely need a haircut. I’m going to the place with the orange brick, and the blue neon. I’m going to show them the lopsided-faced, lisping hippy actress cover girl, and tell em to lowlight me. No butterfly belly tattooes required.

My core is no longer sore.