marin luck is green standing on a balcony in an apparment in mill valey overlooking the bay wondering where you are, why you're not here... feels like you should be. looking down at the red tree, the red bushes... thinking, someday, maybe i'll build a garden of all red plants 010909 ... red crested birdmadand his old DK tape there will always be a moon over marin 010909 ... silentbob the crowded future stings my eyes 010910 ... raze after the blisters on his feet made him weep while he lost a wimbledon final in straight sets to a man who probably would have beaten him on grass even on his best day, he had nothing but smiles and praise for his opponent. if that isn't a shining example of the kind of basic human decency we've seen so little of lately, i don't know what is. hell of a forehand, too. even this far past his prime. 240409 what's it to you? who go blather from