We just moved in together this month, that same sweet lady and I. This was cached in a cigar box along w/some other random notes, polaroids, etc. A mixed-media dossier on yours truly. Holding this napkin now- it's like finding an old ticket stub. 'Cause with this poem on that particular day...I was embarking, y'know? Embarking on a four year trip. Four years ridin' skulled through these too-bright and violent neighborhoods, sick as a dog fulla needles. Four years of watching this beat landscape scroll by behind the ghost of my own reflection. These bars, these blocks...these rollin' players playing out like played-out player-piano rolls, er.

Then one day you step off the bus and you're home.