flower head

Hey over there is the silly flower hat I made! I told you i'd put a picture up!

Retouching old pictures, she is suddenly siezed by the urge to get in contact with her ex-sweetheart, who she crouches over a painting of, dabbing white paint on a chipped corner.
The day she can get over it is probably the day she'll breath her last. She writes him, saying only...I dream about you constantly at night...almost adds that she wakes up soaked in sweat almost every time, but thinks better. Sounds wrong somehow.

If anyone sees Cassidy or knows how he's doing, let me know. I doubt we'll ever be adults and happy in our lives at the same time, so us getting back in contact won't happen anytime soon. I rely on my downtown Santa Cruz spies (Sam Trude, for one) to keep me update don how jaundiced and sick he is looking from month the month.

I can't stop listening to Steve Earle, but I have new crush on the Bruce Springsteen song "I'm on Fire".