dear talking all night diary,
all i did was run my mouth last night and clean the big mirror in my dream. then i had breakfast with a very nice and sexy man and when the check came- he paid for the whole thing. i was shocked- almost cried even- and when he left our waitress a ten dollar tip- i thought to myself (still in my dream,) "what a generous show-off," and then as we were leaving- he gave this clearly unfortunate couple ten bucks- FOR NOTHING. i have a hard time watching people give money away when i am awake and i know now it is the same way when i am asleep as well. i dunno why- i guess cuz when i needed money- nobody ever gave it to me- i dunno. nobody pays for my breakfast either- i always get the check and leave the tip. fuck me- i wouldn't know how to act if someone else paid the bill- i prolly would cry. i do know how it felt when i folded up and put two dollar bills under the stinking armpit of the sleeping man at a table inside mcdonalds in west hollywood. my heart beat fast- i felt like a child slipping it under him so quietly and darting off- and the whole plane ride home- i imagined him eating a chicken biscuit.
all i did was run my mouth last night and clean the big mirror in my dream. then i had breakfast with a very nice and sexy man and when the check came- he paid for the whole thing. i was shocked- almost cried even- and when he left our waitress a ten dollar tip- i thought to myself (still in my dream,) "what a generous show-off," and then as we were leaving- he gave this clearly unfortunate couple ten bucks- FOR NOTHING. i have a hard time watching people give money away when i am awake and i know now it is the same way when i am asleep as well. i dunno why- i guess cuz when i needed money- nobody ever gave it to me- i dunno. nobody pays for my breakfast either- i always get the check and leave the tip. fuck me- i wouldn't know how to act if someone else paid the bill- i prolly would cry. i do know how it felt when i folded up and put two dollar bills under the stinking armpit of the sleeping man at a table inside mcdonalds in west hollywood. my heart beat fast- i felt like a child slipping it under him so quietly and darting off- and the whole plane ride home- i imagined him eating a chicken biscuit.
