from my journal: 2.5.2002 My first morning here. A cup of coffee on my porch. It was a cold night. I must get another blanket! First order of business today! I spent the night worried about the big cockroach. Gotta get roach spray. At night my house is like a wooden box. Dark, dark. At dawn, light begins seeping in the cracks. The cats began purring. I wanted them in bed with me to keep me warm.
The mist left the hill. sittin, watching cars go by, think I’ll try hitching at some point.
A lot of birds here. Green parrots-the yellow breasted brown birds.
A Rasta rode by on a horse.
