Hell. Springtime. Red wine. Something's wrong, terribly wrong; feel so fuckin' sad and don't really know why. Goin' to meet gallery owner tomorrow, but don't know where (fuck, I'm so stupid, so fuckin' stupid). Had a great dream about Boel a few nights ago, she was on top and I had a great orgasm (not a real one I realized when I woke up). Gonna go downtown, can't stay here for so much longer. Had a pill to calm me down. Sad and lonely, lonely and sad. Need to work, maybe tomorrow, maybe not, have to go to Shit City, yeah, that's enough for one day. Wanna fall in love with someone. Well, maybe I am in love, hard to tell. Yeah, gonna go out getting pissed drunk. Grey skies ...