SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
I believe we drank a small bottle of whiskey and watched the sunset. That is my aunt’s guitar. Those are my friends. I am trying to recollect and learn. I hope it is of service. I’m disabused of the illusion that this will lead to financial security or spiritual authentication. I often have thought of destroying these records because they are some sort of fool’s errand with a false promise. There is a reason to do everything though, and everything is meaningless. We must remember the meaning.