Yesterday, the greyhound bus: chubby pimply adolescent boy next to me drinking 4 cans of cheap beer between Bellingham and Seattle. To recover from this experience, I risked life and limb doing contact in a massive jam. Danced non-stop for 90 minutes and survived. On the way home, I could find nothing to eat except a pepperoni stick that tasted like dogfood.
But I caught a glimpse of the full moon under which Sébastien swam, half a world away.