i'm still friends with people who knew me 20, 30 years ago. it was so easy back then!
and yet i miss N. our friendship disrupted when it was getting some sort of shape. i read our FB chats again. looking for keys. and it feels weird reading us as if i was reading other people. is she real? a character of a play i went into, uninvited? last night i had a dream. i was in edinburgh. it was raining outside and i was drinking an obscure single malt (i only drink whisky in scotland) and st vincent was playing a beatles' song. and there she was. i didn't know if she was going to be upset or happy to see me so i finished my drink and went away. the rain
my new job as a cook is cool. chef school, fab -and we had a master class by a michelin starred chef!. i finally have the whole set for the script. i would only need to pass a pencil around its contour. and it won't be only a tv screenplay. i decided the whole enneagrammic thingie is still on, but the tv one will be a set of 3 half hour stories. the full nine chapters will be as a graphic novel
welcome to havana upon tyne 3.0, let's fly together