Thursday, November 18, 2004 :::
My hitherto unknown mantra:
"I respect nothing, no one, including myself. Respect is not a very creative thing."
::: at 5:07 PM
So I had another one of those this-is-how-it-all-started dreams;
Dubious immigration officials searching the truck, underwater lairs, comrades disappearing into the unknown, and gifts of cognac (?!), all ending with me stranded on a catwalk positioned somehwere in the ocean off the coast of San Francisco watching luxury liners sail by.
Then I jerked off.
::: at 9:31 AM