29 June, 2005

A jumbled entry from Black Notebook: Volume 13:

Rendezvous with Paul at Blackwoods Bar in Otsego. Coronas, whiskey-sevens, appetizers, and trying to convince the waitress that Paul and I are long-lost brothers.

Talked love. Talked faith.

Built ourselves up into elaborate metaphors. Oaks complaining about the saplings up in the canopy where they can't hear.

Love, faith, greatness.

Told Paul what the book is about. "Sooner or later, everybody's world blows up," he said.

Reluctantly hit the road. Paul climbed up on the concrete base of a lamp post in the parking lot, screaming into the night as I drove away.