04/06
          Susceptibility. In a bar with black and white squares patterning the floor, wooden table sets of varying design decorated with yellow tulips and candles in red glass holders, and tall green walls that are adorned with gold-framed mirrors and that reach up to a white ceiling from which dim lights hang on long chains. The place is full of white people wearing glasses and striped and plaid clothes, conversing about anything trivial, about themselves; things they've experienced, people they know, drama, probably. The music is corny electronica, goofy bass synths and out of place vocal samples. The waitress is cute but wearing shorts that are far too short, too exposing. The guy that's been cleaning up and taking orders is wearing a plaid shirt with cut sleeves, and since they're cut so short I've been wondering if / speculating that he's gay.


04/05
           Beer and cigarettes in sunlight.
           A funky beat comes bouncing from a distance. Two young men walking side by side in jeans, matching sports coats, and red ties pass us on the sidewalk, one of them carrying on his shoulder a late '80s or early '90s boombox stereo which is playing Michael Jackson at maximum volume. Beat It. Fuck yes.
           Again, I'm glad to be home.