Day 3 - Tom Wolfe

I woke up at 10. I went through the apartment like a tiger through the cage. Its often that way, when I dont act out my energy-level. Never underestimate the efficiency of a walk outside. I went to Johns and bought a sandwich. Then I searched for something in TV, but there was only shit. I shortly visited Vincent. At home I listened to the Rolling Stones and started to whiten the walls. Vincent came by and brought two beer for us. We smoked the pot, which I just leaved for the pain. I am that dumb! I never can keep the dope for the really important. We listened to Nine Inch Nails and I read a poem of Emerson to Vincent. We thought about watching Baywatch in the movies, but I told him thats really trash. Not trash like a cool trashmovie, just garbage, which hoaxes the audience. When Lorenz couldnt stop talking, I kicked him out. I listened to John Frusciante and falled to sleep.

Not a special day, but a day.