| dewy decimal |
2003-04-22 - 8:58 p.m.
after dinner. he took me to his apartment. had me some whiskey and watched tv for a bit. his air matressed was displaced by my drowsiness. the condescending flourescent light fixture above went dark. he put on some dusty springfield and we didn't talk at all for the exact duratiion of the album. later that easter night, when i was on my way home, i thought about how christ had risen when everyone was sure that he had died. shit, even i'm impressed.