9:06 a.m.||||2004-06-25
Yesterday because I wanted something really bad, I ran a mile in fifteen minutes in flip-flops through a hot little trailer park in the neighborhood, past dogs, crossed tracks, and finally down the road to dave’s mom’s house, chanting as I arrived, the last block or so “Milroy Milroy Milroy!” Now I know I’m a warrior! And maybe a bit of a triathlete. I have it in me, so why do I hang myself up with the rest of the petty bullshit? The shit I do to my body, man. That if rewards me ever is a bit of a miracle.