Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Palms


On the SF balcony. I put on some makeup, sunglasses, and made it look like I had on two shirts for a purpose, not because the longsleeve one has a half-dollar size stain deadcenter in the belly. Clutched my bottle of wine in a paper bag for Basak's Dad and camera in the other. The main door was closed the lifestyle assistant had to personally escort me out the backdoor to my reality.
I tried. I really did.


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