The street was freezing last night.
My feet froze through my canvas shoes on my way to the gig.
Good show though.
Love playing at The Abbey.
Good crowd. We played good. I fealt good.
I left saying to my friend Mike, "Its cold tonight, shitty night to be homeless."
"Yes" he agreed.
Fried food IHOP Cheesburgers and grease
bedtime
sleeping.
waking.
drinking Tea
Barry's Irish
2 bags
3 sugar cubes
milk
movie.
Roomate says something muffled through the door.
What?
"Theres a dead guy in the backyard" he says
WHAT?
"There's a dead guy in the backyard" he says
And There he is
hanging from a rope, on his knee's underneath a porch 2 buildings down
past the dumpsters
Nobody knows who he is.
The cops say they think he's one of the homeless guys that hangs on the benches by Columbia road. Drinking. Stemming at the red lights and intersections of other peoples lives.
And there he is
And I really don't know what to say