Rain, Pizza, Tim, and Money

11.11.04, Birmingham, AL- 9:22 p.m.

Man, it's been a long day. I woke up this morning and heard the rain outside and I think I groaned and rolled over. Today was a total waste of a day. Hit the office this morning and was there just long enough before it was time to lunch with my bud Tim -whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I think that's why we talked for four hours -good thing I know the restaurant owner. They locked the doors to the haunt and Tim and I just sat there talking about all our shit. When I realized how late it was and this young Mexican kid was performing his cleaning ritual I told Tim we probably ought to beat it outta there. So, we did. We went outside and started another rag out there for another half hour. What a cool guy. I wish he'd ditch the gig he's got. I saw in his eyes before he said anything that he is going down. He seemed to need to talk. I listened a lot. People that hurt need an audience. I think Updike said that somewhere.

Leck's gone to Florida for a much needed break. Maybe by the time he gets back next week I'll have pulled in enough to deal with our financial woes. God I hate money! If the love of it is the root of all evil then the need for it is our bane of existence.

Anyway, that's all for now. Cya

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