I know I won’t read Huysman tonight. The print is too small. We’ll see how it goes. Maybe I can buy more souvenirs later. I gotta say that this town ain’t bad. The women are gorgeous though not necessarily the best. What the Hell? I guess it doesn’t really matter much anyway. Maybe we’ll try to jot down a San Diego poem
Drift Balboa Park
that Spanish architecture
stirs poetic dreams
lovely women sauntering
invoke other such feelings