Hanging out in the freak house. All the regrets are far from the grovel here. Pool small resources and buy beer and food. Bumping into nerdy lady freaks on my way to another bottle. Love comes and is gone in a day or two and we move on. Another freak to seduce/subdue. Fragrant reefer clouds in a humid room. Fairly good company, but everyone runs in case of emergency. We get pretty crazy on Friday nights, even though none of us have jobs so any day precedes a day off. Strapping on carved wooden beaks, reciting the National anthem backward. Showing our genitals to the outside world, dancing in windows but with the beak masks on to hide our identities. Sometimes a freak disappeared. The chubby bald guy whose name I never caught since he had only been staying here a few weeks. Someone noticed him gone and days later no sign. His blanket and duffle bag full of clothes a comb and a couple books in still festering in the corner. I am sure anything of use will in time be absorbed by the freaks here the rest probably thrown on the street. Good times. .