First day at
my old GoodJob(tm). The kids applauded me for being back; I'm a
rockstar.
Went to Pete's lovely new house and got real small and watched bits of a lot of DVDs which blurred toghter in my fluid frame of refernce, a quilt of subversive faces. Pete's snoring was hazing me over anyway and then when the director wouldn't stop talking I fell asleep to get away from him. Woke up hours later, too hot, what is my back pressed against, not a boy, certainly. turn over, look, it wasn't a dream.