the word of the day is orifices

that thar’s what we call a SEA COW

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Tampa’s awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I can’t get any writing done! Damn!

OK. So. It’s 80 degrees and sunny, muggy enough so that my hair curls well, but not so that you can’t breathe in the mid-afternoon.

School is close enough to walk to, but far enough that after a walk to in the morning, from for lunch, a stop at the Jerk Hut for fried plantains and rice and beans, whilst watching the demolition of the building across the street, and another jaunt back to school, my feet were just swollen enough that I had to kick the shoes off last period. But Daver got the car so I didn’t have to hobble back.

Our Marriot is just downtown enough that we can walk to anything we want, like the coffeeshop in the Hyatt, or the Tampa Museum of Art, where I will be going tomorrow to take in the Maurice Sendak exhibit and the Keith Haring exhibit. After a short foot tour of the Seaport and some of downtown, we hit the pool and sauna and ate Boca burgers poolside before Vermont and I caught a meeting. Now, mapquest said this meeting was .3 miles away. My feet are currently telling me that it was much, much farther away than that, but we got to it on S. Hyde Park, 8:15 pm, and 100 people were there. It was a good meeting, rife with hotties and perverts and tweekers and crackheads, and I realize that if I had gotten sober in AA, i’d probably be an entirely different person, less vulgar and probably less punchy. I love Narcotics Anonymous.

I am going to Thailand in a few weeks, and I am going to take a few more weeks there to careen around southeast Asia, a la Mala in A Trip to the Stars. Helloo Geza, here I come.

I have some other, non-published writing to do, so good night, dream of ways to help the world. Peace Out.