Tuesday, July 15, 2003

i can remember being in the kitchen of that west austin house and its breakfast time and sharon and her friend buddy are there. we're getting ready to go down to houston to granny's. but not sharon and buddy (and a vague maybe somebody else). we're talking about secret agents (secret agents are the thing. james bond. (guy burgess? kim philby?). (sp?)). sharon, i think, extends her index finger at me and says: "i have a secret gun in my finger." and then buddy all of a sudden gives me his cowboy hat. i'm flabbergasted by the generosity. 10:37:40 AM    comment []