Journal Bits - August 2018

• Winds out of the west came across the peninsula, rose over Hunter's Point and slammed hard downward into the park making for chilled night games.
• The smell of tomato vines on my hands reminds me how much I lover fried green tomatoes. 
  
• Water colored eyes blurred...
• ...until we / fell apart, but barely / still holding onto that / broken pretzel. / Letting go was the hardest.
  
• You thought when you became an adult you would move your family into a compound. Maybe like the Kennedy's.
  
• As a child I was anxious to grow up. I realize now this was not so much to grow up as it was to escape childhood
  
• If you don't  feel you have an introvert self, pretend to have one and seek quiet refuge some place all along. Recharge your spirit / battery.
  
• This was what I wanted to do. Saw pretty women in half and make money change hands.
  
• Today is a hallucination / or a dry run at something solicitous.