a long...

night, with a strange dream, I am in a bar, drinking, female bartender, in the back room a father with two young boys one of them (about 2) says something like "Daddy hit me" I am alarmed, leave without paying, take subway to 149 street and concourse---bartender lady gets on, will I have to pay her---try to hide---wake up---strange dream---then a long night with little sleep, I guess you might call it the"long weekend blues". Play last night was very intense, did not know anyone there, left quickly, then went
to Formerly Crows, had a nice time, three women and a man sat next to me, the first woman told me of her travails in Bushwick---they left around time I did, did not want to make another stop, but maybe should have---anyway, am her now---want a "people" day, not an arts one, so no play today, maybe see some of Ballo on film tonight, but should visit South fourth and Cobra today. Hopefully some good contact----one more day to labor day, always an end, very pronounced--cook out at south Fourth should be fun, but then.......let it happen