4am - shower. coffee. airport.

6am - back in bed.

dream:

- strummer is there.
- it appears to be a small shack at first.
- immigration police come in the middle of the night to deport some of our roomates.
- they pull me out of the house first and line me up in front of the car headlights.
- four more are taken out.
- i tell them that it's a mistake, showing them my ID and giving them my history.
- they let me go
- i walk back into the house startled
- you're chilling in your room with all your lights on, playing video games on a TV, whilst another war game is paused on your computer screen.
- i was living with you and for some reason had never been in your room
- your comforter look like the quilt i use on my bed but newer/cleaner.
- i ask where you got it and you said without breaking your attention from the video game you were playing, "oh - you know - the threesome."

before you could answer what the hell that meant - my damn alarm woke me up.

8:20am.

work.

drunk, laying on the bathroom floor
you ask me not to take pictures.
five minutes later when i return
to the bathroom to move you to your bed -
you don't realize how funny it was for me
when you told me,
" fine... you can take pictures of me -
just let me stay here for a few more minutes."

asleep by 8pm.

last night we made car bombs, offensively,
re-apraising each others' presence.