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my dad and step mom are out exploring a rainy game day baton rouge while i prepare to work on a literature review, a ten page draft, and figure out my mid-term grades.

i’m a bad host.

but they just kinda showed up. sprung it on me like a bear trap.

the rain is nice, though. this all feels more like home in the rain.

it feels like home playing tallahassee gin rummy and watching television. cozy warm easy cozy. it feels a little lonely, too. but home always felt a little lonely to me.

so there you have it.

andrew sparks was a great songwriter and a great friend. he still is both, and i know this, but he lives in china now, and i haven’t seen him in four years since we played as the mae lin wedding photo band in southern taiwan. one of the best musical nights of my life, lost on a rather disoriented, reserved, miniscule audience. we were freaks there. rare as rocking horse shit. something else. i sent andrew a letter today. i miss you, smoke.

i really need france. or ireland. or mexico sometimes. or somewhere far enough away to remember what i look like from the over there. and i need to borrow fifteen hundred dollars.

i heard a story about a friend’s new girlfriend in topanga canyon. the friend is brendan, and his girlfriend is anastasia (i think). anyway, she threw a benefit party. had three bands. good bands. los duggans. tim o’gara. the regulars. i think it cost five bucks to get in, and they were selling food and keg beer. here’s where it gets interesting. the benefit was for herself. to get out of debt and to buy a sailboat. or so i heard. i can’t decide if it’s brilliant or just plain weird.

funny, those are my feelings about topanga canyon in general at this point.

i hope our softball game doesn’t get rained out for the second straight week tomorrow. softball makes it seem like home, too.

and i think the smart money’s on the yankees this year. sorry, chin.

if you’re into grown people getting shit faced, taking a bizarre amount of pride in the athletic accomplishments of huge academic institutions, singing school fight songs in restaurants, stopping to tell you why they’re wearing an lsu hat and a florida shirt (‘really? that’s so fascinating that you got your undergrad at lsu and your law degree at florida! i think you should continue to tell everyone you meet that fucking story! it’s really, really interesting!’), then you really wish you were in baton rouge today.

god help us.

geaux tigers.

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