Sunday Domingo 20 Febrero 2011 62 Winter 18 Moon 54 SpaceAge
1.No time, never going to be.
FROM HERE EVERYTHING CHANGES
I am reminded of my own struggles to write.
How many years I have spent not writing about my own life.
Imagine if I had: the day to day compendium of facts that I now look back upon, from sixty years of age, slowly contemplating those distant weeks and months when I was quick: only nineteen and twenty and twenty-one, then twenty-two and twenty-three, my boulevardier years (on or around El Cajon Boulevard, stretching from east San Diego to La Mesa), before I went away to live in Washington D.C.
2.
Later, never. This isn't your mother's Greek tragedy any more.
Tomorrow will be years in the future, when I am reborn as this page, as another page.
Daniel Charles Thomas
tijuanagringo@yahoo.com
