Touched by the Angels

I sat in the middle of hwy 90 and watched blue planes loudly fly over my head. it sounded like they were ripping the sky in two. they blew smoke out their butts and twisted around, upside down. it was neat. blue angels. seafair 2004. it made me confident that with these machines we can kick anybody's ass in the world and make them go deaf at the same time.
hung out with b. he's almost philly-bound. i will miss him. it will be cool though, because trev and i will be able to see him a decent amount when we move to nyc.
i am going to go play horse. i am better than you are. so stick it, foo'!