tonight, i went for a walk.
i stole suzzie's discman, threw travis' weezer cd in, and walked to the beach.
i stopped by the bay and looked out and saw pure, utter blackness interrupted by an oil rig that was lit up like the 4th of july.
i stopped to stare at someone sitting in a cowboys jacket trying to organize his papers amongst the winter breeze.
i stopped and stared at the ocean and found a place to sit on the eroding ledge and stared and thought.
i saw three shooting stars, 5 airplanes, and one fox.
i got up when i saw the fox because i wanted to follow it but lost it in the crevice shadows.
then i walked back because it was cold.