oh mister or miss. we were sharing stories me and jason and twain and comet and hilde about funny people. i told him about the fellow who said as copp watered his boxwood, my boxwood is dead, and i said what's a dog supposed to do? and he said go to the park, and i said tell that to the dog, ha, asshole, and he said, go back to the ghetto. jason said, the ghetto? i said being an older jewish fellow he may have been closer the the ghetto than me even. jason said, go back to venice beach, that i could see. we laughed merrily and therapeutically.

i remember yesterday as though it were today, almost.