2000-07-13 - seven fifty six

after the play was done, i walked to the lakefront. there was some guy there, he had some skapunkertype golf hat on and the most plain brown clothes. i was so amused by the brownness that i wanted to talk to him. but he was absorbed in writing something so i just went to sleep on the grass.

i spread my arms and absorbed a little bit of the sun. i could feel it.

i just want a photo of me walking next to the sidewalk, on the grass.