I dreamed of my grandfather who had been a TOPGUN in San Diego.

I read Carl Sandburg

My parents flew to Mexico for an uncle’s funeral and I babysat their business. I got high and wrote songs.

I got a DUI. I moved to New York City. I decided that labia looked like roast beef. I was told she wouldn’t have sex with me because she liked me. I had sex with her anyways. She still liked me anyways. Until she didn’t.

“You’re going to ruin me.”

I learned that though they didn’t sell my words still had value.

I imitated

Dylan Thomas

and applied for reality t.v. shows. I moved back to California to start a business. I got free weed samples in exchange for reviews. I failed at cheating until I didn’t. I wasn’t honest about what I wanted from love. I bought a piano I never learned how to play. I bought a cello.