I hate to complain but it’s a mad/sad morning

I have two empty hours until I get on BART for SFO to land by end of day in Tucson.  I’m sad and angry. Hate it, hate it hate it. I know it’s not his fault but I’m angry at David for dying. Might as well be angry at Stew too while I’m at it.  I want to wallow in my sorrow, to feed like a vampire on my anger. Fuck this “being” shit. I’m gonna “do”. Maybe go read. No. I’ m gonna go walk at the Marina. To change my chemistry.

Much better now. I even saw a hawk.

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