the clear-eyed drug email

by the way, i had a dream about you last night. well, you were in it.

i was standing in this sort of alleyway in manhattan leaning on a dumpster writing something and talking intermitanly with jim carroll who was telling me about how when he was young he used to be a frenzy writer and write dozens of things in a day in a row just sit there scribbling so hard it was tearing the page apart beneath his fingers, and as he said that i was doing the very same thing and i got this strange image of jim writing poetry on top of the third chapter of ecclessiastes in the bible on the alter at st. marks mad-eyes and half-drooling and i looked up and he was staring out onto the street.

when i turned he was watching you get out of a cab and we watched you walk up the street like a movie sequence with "get off of my cloud" playing in the background real loud until you disapeared into a store of some kind and jim looked at me and said "sometimes, you just have to figure out what makes it worth it."

anyway, it was a nice dream. i woke, rested. peaceful.

2003-06-01 | 2:13 p.m.
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