Writing a short story about a man driving solo through the southwestern deserts, sleeping in motel parking lots in the hours just before dawn.
Another reckless evening.
Listening to Pygmalion by Venetian Snares and some Xanopticon, I shouldn't have had that last something.
November 5th is plenty far away, plenty of things to occupy one's mind until then...
The Road is daunting, can't read before bed. TOO MUCH ash and gray and murk.
Mountain trip soon. then AUGUST 10TH- NERO'S DAY AT DISNEYLAND in Oakland. I'm pretty sure that will be an amazing night.
I'm in Tehran.