I'm outside all the time, but it's so urban, and it's almost all I know these days. Sometimes I have a dream of living in a tent in the trees for some time. And then that dream gets lost again amidst all the stuff. Tonight I can hear the dogs next door. Running up the hallway, back down again. Their owners, my neighbours, are on an opposite schedules from mine. Preston gets home from working the bar around 3, and I don't think they go to bed before 4:30 or 5 am. Half the time it sounds like he brings most of the bar back with him, but he's been a good neighbour. Right now, the baby is crying. I hear all this through the walls, and I wonder what they hear from our side. On the other side of the house, through my bedroom wall, 10 feet of sideyard, and another wall, i can hear Cody's television. I can hear Cody screaming at the television. I assume she's off her meds and we will see her again on her porch in a few days.

nola on a friday night, looking at pictures of trees.

11:27 p.m. - 2013-10-18