damn, i have to leave in ten minutes. go to post office mail some of my shit back home. mail my letter to leo (talked to him yesterday. he got his racecare waterbed and i'm glad. it'll feel more like home to him now)

damn though, i just read what adam posted and i swear this morning, i got up so early and thought him posting last time was all he can do to say hi to jojo so tired this morning even though we smoked pot on the greenery with two excellent people and had a blast and i was spent, they are building an addition onto mcdonald's across the street and woke me up. but i am so nervous.

next stop, bus, two bus changes to get to portland maine at 6, the scotia prince leaves the ferry terminal at seven so okay then all night on the boat having my tea on the deck, wishing on every star for what i know is about to happen. i don't know, but the fame thing makes me stomach ache. there is a dread around it. man. but okay what will be will be but don't kill me

not in nova scotia. ross respects me so much i have an ulcer. how do you act with someone who like, i don't know. oh yeah, here's my first column. i had to concentrate on certain details. so bob, don't be wigged. i mean i can only say it all out here.