2:30 am

2:30 am and I just finished painting.

Listening to Tom Waits, "Bone Machine". I just finished my latest journal on the eve of Bert Green coming into town started in September of 2008. 238 pages as they fall apart as I write. Just like my life. This was my wife's birthday this weekend and I didn't apply myself as I usually do.

I find I am falling down.

I feel as though when my work is doing well I am getting lost.

I feel as though I will not make this out alive.

I feel.

I suppose that is enough.


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