We went to a roller derby game for a healthy bone crushing dose of catharsis. Girls were shoved down and roller skate parts and bolts literally flew across the track. The raucous crowd roared.
Outside on the pier, streetlights quietly reflected in the bay. We wandered to the old neighborhood restaurant where the waitress smiled and yelled hello in Italian and exclaimed how happy she was to see us again. Her voice is always slightly hoarse, but her eyes always sparkle.
Half the walls of my cramped penthouse are purple now. It's like being enveloped in a deep, soothing plum hug. Obliterating white walls brings a sense of permanence and stability. Of home. And life. I'm rubbing my scent on it, making it mine.
3:12 p.m. - 2009-10-26