namaaz and exercise gotta get on that. i need to borrow a jacket and some sweaters for the cold, literally figuratively i don’t even know. need to figure out how to patch up that relationship… you are my greatest friend you are my greatest friend i cannot afford to lose you and LIVE with myself for the rest of my life. this has all been so humbling “all the GREATS pooped, motherfucker!” motherfucker and namaaz in the same paragraph i don’t know anymore though don’t know no more don’t know NOTHING but this coltrane song this miles davis tune. i hope the person i sit next to on the plane asks me about my life because i just want to sit someone down and say LOOK HERE I’VE GOT A LOT TO SAY BUT NO ENERGY TO SAY IT