No, No, No, No, No

The cat is giving me the cold shoulder this morning.  I did not get up until very late .  I didn't know I could sleep like this any longer, but last night I stayed out late, came home drunk, and fell into bed. I feel it today.  I felt it last night.  It started with a simple and simply outrageously expensive dinner, but that was fine.  Then my buddy wanted to go for a drink, then another, and I followed him from bar to bar looking for something that I've never found in a bar.  I don't like bars.  A clean and quiet cafe, now that's a different thing.  There is no dignity standing before a bar. . . .

This morning I have determined to quit drinking, of course, and to live outside.  That is what I've determined sitting at my computer looking at the world through windows as I begin the second pot of coffee.  I don't want to see anyone.  I saw everyone last night.  They were cool, hip, square, beat, handsome, homely, lost, found. . . .  If I can gain their trust, though, I'd love to tell their stories.  I just don't want to sit at a bar with no purpose.

Tonight will be dinner with my mother.  She is going to Hawaii in a couple weeks.  She and the girls.  What a hoot.  It makes me want to go to Miami Beach and check into the Fontainebleau.