God, I love Michael Brasher.  He makes me feel so free.  He reminds me who I am.  Tonight, he met my Emory friends, and worlds collided.  He is a piece of me.  We consumed four 40's of High Life and numerous Marlboro Smooths.  We sat in parking lots and talked about Nietzsche and politics and relationships.  It is what we do.  I want him with me always.

Today, also, I had coffee with Jennifer Bush/Klicko, and she set a fire in me to write books.  Maybe I will begin tomorrow.  when I can think clearly.  I believe I have something to say.

I'll tell you what, it was a fucking beautiful day, start to finish.  I say that sometimes, and it's always true.  every moment of it.  even the 5 hours spent shelving books.  Fucking beautiful.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

-Jack Kerouac