Lying here under the covers, getting ready to venture once more into the Bronx tomorrow. It's cold. When I was a kid I loved being cold. I imagined that was my super power, being able to survive any coldness. Now I just want a little goddamn warmth and sun.
Last night I dreamt I was engaged to a goldfish.
Years seem to go by faster and faster. I had a long talk with Jeff, one of my best friends, today. I don't know when he became a wise person, it was like talking with Yoda. When we were in high school we used to go to movies, then sit in his car in my driveway and talk for hours. Friends like that are rare.
I need to get my sleep. Wishing everyone well out there. Sweet dreams. Of goldfish.