Deposit paid. Rent paid. Lease signed. Electricity hooked up. Money recovered from old man Anderson. New Clutch album (i.e. the only luxury for the next few weeks) purchased. Testicles liquified by mid-afternoon heat. Remaining energy shunted into writing email and full-body tactile study of the couch.

Two weeks and two days until my birthday. Come over, see the new place, listen to records, drink beer, watch Len Bracken's movie. Or don't. I'll turn twenty-six either way. Sunday, August 14. 1316 W. Alabama, apt. A, behind the violin shop.

Why I'm announcing this now, I don't know. Oh, yeah, I do- my brain is fried.