June 4th, 2001

mr. robin

What Garfield and I have in common

All of a sudden for no reason I could with total clarity recall the taste of my mother's lasagna. I haven't seen Mom since May 13th, and I won't again until June 21st.

Shit, I can't move to California. I'd miss my mom's lasagna too much.
mr. robin


On Friday I took the train home and saw, from that train's window, a couple having sex. Right there, up against a fence. He was jackhammerin' away.

Today, during lunch, I saw a couple of pigeons trying to have sex. Or maybe they succeeded. I'm not sure. I don't know much about pigeons.