22 January 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

The snow started to fall horizontally by the time I had sat down to brunch at Scaramouche.  Bob and Wendy joined me.

Wendy and I got high and wandered through the blizzard for about two hours, on some fool's errand involving foam board. 

We watched "American Pop" and I actually cried during a Ralph Bakshi film, probably due more to the pot and the emotions than the actual storytelling.  It was the scene where the burned out guy is sitting on a New York City park bench next to a weird little blonde kid with sunglasses.