(2009, I think)
Last nite writing I passed out exhausted about midnite mid sentence (it ended in a eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
where I’d fallen asleep) and Fyl woke me up at 2:30 a.m. to come to bed. I laid awake an hour, all these ideas rushing through my head. Three and a half hours of sleep and then up again and writing, before I forgot what transpired in my head at 3 am. Fuck, beat. All edge and caffeine. Then at the corner of Riverside and Los Feliz I looked over and there waiting at the light was a gorgeous dame wearing a black leather jacket, a mini mini skirt, sheer black stockings and felt boots up to her luscious knees….balanced atop a scooter! OMG. Wonderful. Woke the balls right up, that image did, and the brain followed. I’ll have to keep that in mind on sleepy mornings. A cup of coffee and a dame on a motor scooter and I’m ready to roll.