but i saw her at the club the other night and she was rude so i was mad and we are both tall but she was stlll rude and "a new day and a morning after/ sitting at the cafeteria" so "hold it down boy/ cause your head's getting blurred" but what's his names house was nothing but a crankster house with pretty balconies

this might have been a book cover if it hadn't been seen at the Civic Center station

a man with wounds approached me and then my brother

we were high and it was early and he was talking about Martinez and CoCo County

though we were supposed to be bonding we were high and were scared

my brother isn't like me

he was speaking to my brother

maybe we were high but he had wounds

i looked at the BART train

my brother was cold and i took care of him

this man went away and we were relieved

when we got off BART it was cold

we didn't have bicycles so we walked

the whole time we were thinking about this man and sweating

we walked to Navaronne on the bike trail and stood at the fence

we decided to not jump the fence

we were scared of wounding ourselves

we walked up San Miguel to Treat and thiought this was better

we both decided to ourselves we might have benefited by not attending the party

we called it Guns Of Navaronne

we were home and we were sweating

we watched Ang Lee's The Hulk which lasted all day and took place in San Francisco but was unbelievalbe

we were asleep sort of and felt safe

As for everything else...well, the weather has been shit. It has rained almost everyday. It is just now starting to clear up a bit every afternoon. The food is hecka good too...thanks to the 48% Indian population. I still want to go out fishing with my new Fijian friends, or maybe boar hunting....well, maybe just boar eating...either way. Our Fijian guides eat canned corned beef and a whole loaf of bread each. I've tried it...not bad, but I want me some wild boar.

Well, well, thats it for now....write to me so I don't get too homesick.

and maybe i'll write the history of Concord starting at North

if you can remember highschool my love i'll give you credit/ if you can suffer through me my love we'll go a raving

my brother, my brother...i had the worst dream the other night. you had died, i think of cancer or something like that. I remember that I wanted to go ride my bike because that seemed like the only thing that could possibly make me happy. I rode to the market here in Fiji and couldn't find the streangth to get off my bike so I just leaned with it against the wall of the market.

I woke up right after that and for about ten minutes or so couldn't get myself out of bed because I was so sad. I finally realized that this was just a dream, but it still bummed my whole day out. I just wasn't myself.

I love you and miss you so much.
love little brother james...or as they call me out here, jemesa

and then just like that they were sharing

if they were sharing in the studio it could've been worse

when Adam came out and the police came out he tried to shake his hand

...

yesterday was my Pappou's 92nd birthday. we had him over for enchiladas, a recipe that's been in the family for generations. i'm still full. i hate waking up and still being full.

Jodi Foster was in my dreams a lot last night, everything was sort of like Flight Plan in tempo and hue. lot's about Lake Berryessa too, Lake Berryessa was shark infested, the rangers at the park called the sharks "dangerous fish," they kept saying "these waters are full the dangerous fish"...and "lot's of people come out here and say they feel the dangerous fish pulling their boats along...that's bullshit...it's just wind and waves..."


my cousin Louisa is getting married on Saturday.

my Theo Peter and Thea Betty are moving from Houston back to Oakland!!! they left 5 years ago, haven't been back since, came back to house sit for Angelos while he and Anna were in Greece, while here fell in love with the Bay Area all over again, remarked "we'd forgotten how beautiful it all is," should be living here within the month. this is great news, all 5 brothers will be living in the Bay Area again. Peter was the first one to come over to Oakland from Pireaus, late sixties i think. my dad was the third brother i think just after Teddy. and then the rest followed. the sisters (Vivi and Sofia) stayed in Pireaus where they still live today, though Vivi is currently staying in San Carlos on the Peninsula with her son/my cousin Adoni and will be heading back to Greece soon after Louisa's wedding.

family, family.