both my tax lady and i canceled on each other

couldnt sleep.

felt like a batter who just couldnt get around on it.

but then i saw on twitter that tiger woods was trending.

dudes back.

second to last hole he needed to gain some ground on the leader

he smacks this huge driver.

then gets on the green from 220.

and somehow sinks a 19 foot putt uphill with a curve.

this weekend wrinkle in time was #2 in the box office behind black panther

it’s the first time two black directors were 1-2 in the box office in the usa

im starting to think we can do anything.

it’s hot, it’s windy, it’s dusty

somethings going on weird and it’s made me sick twice in the same month.

today my boss sent me home cuz i was coughing and snorting and looking half dead.

so i worked a little at home and passed out on the couch thanks to the benadryl.

amber was home but then hiked to griffith as i snoozed

then she ubered to her company party as i researched for next week.

all while having Mindhunter on in the background, and now Somewhere.

is this what its all about Prince asks me from the tub

is this how you turn the corner, Michael meows from the sink.

the back door makes some noise and then amber arrives, cold cheeks, smiles, cookies tucked in her bag

heels clicking

scarf.

“i like this movie,” she says.

stockings

hair.

“but i forget what it’s called.”

today i couldnt sit still. today i couldnt lay down. today i couldnt walk far. today i sneezed and coughed and puked.

i am the most sensitive poet youve ever seen. i am such a drama queen.

if you prick me i will never let you forget it.

i bled today. a vacuum cleaner arrived at my doorstep and i tried to open it with scissors

and i pulled it all toward me and

bloooooood

the cats scattered.

i coughed and sneezed and bled and wheezed

yet for some reason the pretty girl in a skin tight captain america shirt

and booty shorts said, wanna find the f blanket?

theres this blanket that i wanna write a screenplay about

we put it down over the comforter on special occasions.

the movie i wanna make about it will be a short.

no words, just animation,

how the f blanket first gets used,

then the two giggle as they lay it down the next day and next day.

after a while its there all the time.

then week after week it falls off the bed, then under the bed.

one day the boy puts it on the bed and the girl gets a twinkle in her eye

but he lays one of the cats on it and clips its toenails.

then falls asleep.

eventually the blanket goes into the closet.

and accidentally catches fire, burning down the house.

only the cats survive.

all that scatter practice.

first the plan was dunkirk but dunkirk was sold out, so we didnt see nothin

next day amber’s all, lets see ‘From The Land Of The Moon’

marion cotillard. free at the academy sunday afternoon.

but for some reason i wanted to see dunkirk even though it was getting mixed reviews.

problem is im cheap and the ONLY way anyone was recommending seeing dunkirk was in IMax 70MM

high on cocaine 3D where the chairs move and every 20 minutes ushers douse you with ketchup.

half hour before the cotillard’s french flick started amber goes,

lets see if we can get to the academy in time and if we do then great.

we got there 5 minutes late but still went in.

sucked me in immediately because shes crazy and who doesnt love crazy french women.

very french, very romantico in a Bell Jar way if the dude in the Bell Jar was a handsome man from Spain

super glad i saw it because these are the types of films i used to see with Michele and i miss that.

also glad because it was good and we should champion good movies.

not just spectacles.

little known fact: theres very little that can scare me

EXCEPT GHOST STORIES

as a born again Christian, I don’t believe in ghosts

but the stories freak me out.

suddenly i wondered what the hell am i doing at a movie called Ghost Story?

what if it’s super scary.

what if the hot babe sitting next to me loses all respect for me if i shriek?

how did i end up here?

it was cool in the theater, which was refreshing. i dont have AC in my APT

she had a short tight dress on. i put my hand on her leg, smooth from a recent shave

smoother still thanks to lotion.

girls are magic.

the movie was weird.