This is NOT Over

Mon Nov 20 – Sat Nov 25, 1989 Me and My…

…medicine. This is not the way this was supposed to go. Reconnected with some of the people and things I came up here to escape. What a boring and predictable result. I’m not blaming Megs though. Also, I think history is beginning to happen in the world and I am setting myself up to miss it all. I am going to keep going this way until Christmas and then get straight. Get back on the books and maybe a little booze.

Back to Megs. She called this afternoon and wants to come up Sunday. I said, “No fucking slivovitz baby!” She informed me that she drinks what she wants and suggested she might not be coming back here just to see me. We had breakfast at the Red Apple. I ran into my friend Note from the Fish House. He’s a guitar player and, like Megs, a total Prince freak.

Well they talked and talked their purple shit and I might as well have been bacon grease. If I could come back as bacon grease I’d eat myself. Regardless of reincarnation, given the opportunity I think most folks would eat themselves.

Back to the medicine. On the plus side, I think I’m smoking less. I’m just not sure.