last day(s)

the return trip was an airport and man buried in a laptop playing piano with the ASDFTGHYJUIKOIL;' buttons on his computer. i made good tunes and realized some things about song construction, then hopped on a plane and read straight through the flight while two Spaniards watched different episodes of entourage next to me, nudging each other when women with big tits skipped across the screen or blew kisses at them.
my mother and i discussed the Future over sushi, spending money on raw fish while privilege nibbled at our toes. and i didn't stop drinking my sapporo.

played piano a lot and accessed lennon in the white keys while a friend showed me the side of dylan and kept himself in the dark.

performed at engagement party and drank much, receiving 100$ for not to big a deal. had fun doing it. similar to open mic performance in seattle but less drunk (whiskey was 2$ for a shot, 2$ for a beer so i took a dive). i made many mistakes but nobody listened to me and i had whiskey dripping out of my veins. then i ate two large hot dogs and talked to a girl about tattoos while the birthday girl smoked cigarettes with her boyfriend and wore her blue beanie sideways with a grin and a future headache.

breakfast with parents, more future talk.
not coming back for a bit.
charging up the batteries.
working on new stuff.
family time too.
the grandparents are coming and i dont' know when they (or me) are gonna die.
mango picked my grapefruit.
i sleep well these days