Sandman's Journal

In spite of the rain, I'm gettin' my Olympia kicks in. Croci & tulips are poppin' abundant. The money drains through the soggy sieve, and Excalibur is makin' odd sounds under the hood. I quit drinkin' for a month until tonight--hangin' with my old housemates, Lenny & John, is a good excuse to get loose for an hour or two. Three gin & tonics and my tongue unwinds with a few stories and jokes. Four and I'm fairly borracho. I start speaking Spanish, in fact. I can't remember if I had tres o cuatro . . . And I should mention that mi valentina dulce, Natalie, has only gotten mas dulce.