16 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

The sweat pours down my hunching back.  A fetid towel around my neck mops up the hot, torrential flood that pours down my unhappy face.

Walked through the feast of San Gennaro on my way to Subtonic.  There was a girl go-go dancing in the window a couple blocks away.  I finally got up the courage to just go in, and no one was around.  Sean K. and Todd showed up later.