milk moonshine What if we made our own ice cream? We could employ hundreds of lactating women... 010319 ... silentbob nilbog 010823 ... distorted tendencies I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning. 011008 ... eatingstars harvey milk to the rescue! (watch this movie) 090301 ... unhinged i have a milk chute 090301 ... cr0wl i'll have mine raw goat's please...oh and i'll squeeze it out myself. 090302 ... tender square speckled peach walls drilled into many times over, each month a new artist selling canvases. i must’ve smoked 300 packs of cigarettes in that place. sneaking sips off rob’s beer he bought with fake id, the large triple triples that cooled before i could finish them. when it was warm, a spot by the open garage door was best for the merging of city and mind. i did all my studying there, trying to make sense of baudrillard, gramsci, mcluhan, and levi-strauss. years later, i became a barista—my final job in windsor before i left, and it restored parts of me i didn’t know were broken. working morning shifts, knowing the regulars names and their orders by heart, playing best coast’s “crazy for you” and the roots’ “how i got over” on high rotation, i drank espresso, read macleod’s short stories behind the counter when it was slow, killed cockroaches the size of my thumb. when my former boss came in for a coffee, he remarked, “you’re like a totally different person now” and i knew exactly what he meant. 210903 ... raze i can still see the texture of the coffee with such clarity i almost believe i can touch it, taste it, breathe it in if i hold it in my mind hard and long enough. for two years straight, every friday night started here. i never knew where the night would take me, but i knew it couldn't get its wings anywhere else. 210903 ... tender square how did we never see each other there? i went every friday for a while too, always the pregame spot before the loop. 210903 ... raze it was my pre-loop spot too. ha! this was from about late 2003 to 2005. i even wrote a few things here after i got home on some of those nights. maybe the timing never lined up right? i would get to milk around 8:00, have a coffee or a vodka water, maybe have another, and then head to the loop as soon as they opened a 9:00. so. many. memories. i wouldn't even know where to start. 210903 ... raze (stinkin' typos. missing t, how i long to dance with thee.) 210903 ... tender square i was definitely die-hard from mid-2003 to late 2005 and then the visits were more sporadic as the years went on. i guess we were two planet-like bodies sharing the same orbit but never colliding? 210904 what's it to you? who go blather from