tucson – april 21
I decide to take on the fast. I can just slip in enough days and still have that final morning of poco cosa salsa on my way out of town when I head to the airport. The massive ‘sno angel tour is impending. It begins for me may 1. I can jump on the lemonade fast for about 6 days and then jump off in time to hit the road. Give everything up. Clean up.
I got to get ready.
During this time I am not myself. I am wobbled from the lack of meals, which in itself is indication of how much I need to stop eating and drinking too much junk. I am free now, but wobbled. I am wobbled at the cat power show. It is about the best live show I have seen and I want to talk to chan, but I am too wobbled. I am wobbled hanging there with neko. I was wobbled playing piano for chris Scruggs there in the studio. The only time the wobble feels safe is watching my son at his basketball practice in the school yard. The winds blow through me. They are strong and certain. The sun stains my back and the light bouncing off the young players is startling. It is a sunset mirror on small humans.
I am wobbled.