8:42 am
Haines apologized for screaming in his sleep again. Buck told him what I said about web fiction which earned the distinction “clever” then suggested I ask Haines for money. Twice a month Buck has plans for my paycheck; wants to drink it later. Thinks it will be $700. He sang this all morning:
I brought his shaving bowl in from the balcony. This is the song my mind sang all morning, pushed around a bit by Buck’s bellowing:
