east weekend

this past weekend was spent in the east. that is, of course, relative only to where i usually lay my head. for others it would be north. for a select few, perhaps, it would be purgatory. it was thirty six degrees (c) with what i can only describe as tea-kettle-like humidity, but the town wore it well. it was most pleasant long after the sun set and it was warm well into the darkness. i sat outside at places with fountains and string lights and vegetation. i mixed sweet drinks with bitter ones. during the day i bought a lamp made of cow skin and a couple records at a great store. i even found phil collins’ no jacket required for four dollars. it is a shame that i am not victor ward now lives in the land of spittoons and confederate flags because one of his old dwellings was pretty close to where i was. it would have been fun to hang out. if he could’ve gotten permission, of course.