Ughhhhhh summer like lightning, like hail, like a hurricane and a tsunami and an insurgency all together. Last night Julian turned 24. Last week we went to parties at the warehouse, Mike’s, Adrian’s, Erin’s, Stuart’s, Lauren’s, Lorenzo’s friend’s, Adam’s, Sean’s and probably at least one other. I drank the dirty water from the mouth of a gargoyle and, so intoxicated, grew stone wings of my own.

I cut my toe on glass at devil’s pool. An hour later, Mirra and Mike and I were raving in the woods with our millipede friend, the witches who built that pentagram, the legions Mirra released when she broke it and that awesome wall with a hole in it. I had work two hours before and that was how my week started: thunderous band practice followed by sliced toes and ghosts from the future deep in the woods.

It was how my week started because that is how long I worked. I had a seven day week last week and now I am Off. I am savagely vooming between purity and accuracy of body and spirit and the dim jungles of warm weather mayhem. While I probably managed to bike to work four of those seven days, I spent at least as many nights in that blank catatonic perdition that follows this evil season’s frenzied evenings and afternoons. At work I took steel wool to toilet bowls and mildewed showers and they were my soul.

At Julian’s 24th I talked to Dave about recording our sludge and barf-rants and to my surprise and delight it looks like it will be happening next Thursday. What a busy week that will be.

I am working on The Summer That Had No Rules right now. It is a series of drawings/comics that I am stapling to telephone poles and taping to likely spots. Page one is available now on Bainbridge and South from 6th-3rd, Chestnut around 22nd, on coffee shop bulletin boards and along the river path between the art museum and the Chestnut St bridge. They might still be there three days and two rainfalls later. Supposedly Julia saw one of them, so that makes it a success.

Umm I don’t know, what else, what else. Bad vibes poured off of me while I vacuumed the third floor yesterday, and all was well last night as I wore sweatpants and the Russian Ballet did their thing.

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