2003-07-06 - 6:30 a.m.
I am awake. I shouldn't be. I went outside to smoke a cigarette and the city was completely covered with fog. I thought of the people that I know in the city, the people I would like to know, the people that I will never meet and will never know me. I still can't believe that I live here, in San Francisco. It seems like a year ago when I just decided to pick up and move. It was last month. But in this month I think I have changed yet again.
What the fuck?
Who am I now?
Who was I then?
Who gives a flying fuck, you self serving, boring conversationalist, you...
See.... six in the morning will really get you down.
