last of fridays in this place…random thoughts
today was rough. 9am - 3pm interviews. I AM CHIEF PROCRASTINATOR! why was there a fire drill while i was at my former internship office? so much for trying to hide. they thought i left the country. well most of them. good conversation with the head huncho. i thought hated me. well not really. he’s human.
guess who owns a signed copy of Sir Derek Walcott’s new book of poetry? uh huh. me! pictures coming. promise. found a group of like minded folks last night at the book launch and reading. that man’s a bit arrogant. the man is Walcott. the folks i met were just awesome( american expression). why do i leave in time minus 3 days? i dub poet spit poetry about my hair in my ear.
Gros Islet for dinner and to soak up the Lucianess! tonight i write. time is against me.
