The Denton reading went well. I’ve never been to Denton, but it felt like the arts district neighborhood I like in Houston. The reading was in a house gallery and was full of kind people. Susan came with me and we walked to a place and ate the fried foods, and then we came back to the house gallery and I got down on the grass and got a few people to get down on the grass with me and we looked at the leaves in the trees. At midnight I felt like it was time to go and so I tricked Susan to get into the car. We drove for four hours. I was itchy the whole way home from the grass. To stay awake, we sang along to the Rushmore soundtrack and then to a compilation of Cat Stevens songs, like maybe Cat Stevens’s Greatest Hits, and during the instrumental portion we said “meow” instead of singing the music, because we were getting road weird. I was making a joyful meow but afterward, Susan confessed that her meows were survival meows. Have you ever made a survival meow?
"help me"
