its nearing 4, and i am sober but tired.

i just finished writing about the catholic church and reading about iannana over mozza sticks at the local dennys.

on my way there an upper class even mix of whites and asians in suits poured out of a 4 star hotel drunk and jublient from a wedding

at denny themselves there were club kids in their slut clothes, a drag queen and her court, priest(s), a birthday (who celebrates their birthday at 4 am at a dennys ?), a man in a powder blue polyester suit, secuirty officers, cops, someone dealing dope in the shitter

walking back a man asked if i knew where he could get a little skirt in a tone of voice that suggested little meant age - there is a tandorri hut next door thats still open.

i write good first drafts in public places over greasy food.