at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window the horns and firecrackers went off and it thundered. I'd gone to bed at 9 p.m. turned out the lights pulled up the covers - their gaiety, their happiness, their screams, their paper hats, their automobiles, their women, their amateur drunks... New Year's Eve always terrifies me life knows nothing of years. now the horns have stopped and the firecrackers and the thunder... it's all over in five minutes... all I hear is the rain on the palm leaves, and I think, I will never understand men, but I have lived it through.
I just finished "Burning in Water Drowning in Flame" by Charles
Bukowski last night... Fittingly enough it ended with this poem
about New Years.
On to reading!