i was born a werewolf

Last night I bought a ticket to Coachella. I secured a tent. And a friend to join me. So then there we will be, drifting to sleep on the grasses of Indio emptying out the sounds of Paul McCartney and the Crystal Castles wondering where the 10 will take us next. Hopefully 700 miles away to a cozy treehouse where it's so dark we won't even need blankets.

And Andrew Bird will be there. And Tucson won't be as bad as it's supposed to be. Even the Mystic Valley Band will be coming. Coming so soon, all the way from Sausalito, to help me get my boots on.

OH! I can't wait to walk you down 5th Avenue right into the Roosevelt so you can ponder the true ambitions of those at your service. They're not likely to tell you. I'll take you just down the road, then, where everyone's a bit louder and appropriately more ready to gush about it all. I'll even take you for a vegan wrap! And a cupcake, if you'd like! I'll take you to the grandest shopping mall the valley of the sun has ever known. I'll let you ride the light rail and I'll walk you down the dangerous downtown streets past the Subways and miles of pedestrians just trying to get awayyy.

I'll show it all to you. If you come. Visit. Me.




I've been lucky today, you know. I'd forgotten all morning how I neglected to read this.