Thursday, July 17, 2003

I asked myself what I would do if I found out that I was terminally ill and had about a month to live. I thought I'd probably kill myself. Hmmmmmmmm.

How boring this all would be if nothing happened. And how much all of this will make sense when something does.


July 17, 2003; 9:59 P.M. - Valencia and 16th Street, Mission District, San Francisco.