Hey G,I’m up all night doing taxes. My insides are hurting; don’t know why, no stamina left. I used to have too much energy but now I’ve beaten it out of myself.
Did you hear the new Bob Dylan album? It’s insightful in an indirect kind of way. I haven’t heard the whole thing through yet. Usually after a few songs I have the urgent desire to commit suicide. Like a passion and hunger for the act of suicide, it’s unique to me. I think it’s just an interpretation of an overwhelming influx of ideas and unmasked truths. I used to get the same thing after Philosophy 101 with Jorge Garcia-Gomez in college. I didn't really understand his classes, and they brought my grade-point-average down, but they thrilled me. At the end of each class i just wanted to throw myself out the window.
I’m getting old. It’s a good age I think. I feel calm, but can still fuck.
I had a night of rum and cokes with MJB last week. He speaks well of you and Alex and wants to meet you if you come to HK.
Taxman’s waiting, I gotta go.
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