Friday, December 31, 2010
(gma night # 2 in hospital)
i've just moved into a little apartment which is actually just a room exactly like my childhood bedroom. i live in a town which seems like a pseudo-charleston. i think about how no one will want to come over my house. then i am at a writing event in this building that has ne large table we sit at. i dont go over any writing. i get involved with terence bohan and sleep with him. either he turns into rick or i find rick later, but rick is there. he has pot and comes to my apartment. i see andrea mcgrath on a couch and she has pot and we smoke out of my chillum, which is hers in the dream. i end up moving back into the same aparment after i've moved out and i hate it, i sill something all over the bed, or the cats do.
Labels:
andrea mcgrath,
apartments,
charleston,
chilum,
ricks,
terence bohan,
writing
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