Capping of night, and I sip from the Merlot bottle that my friend Mario gifted me yesterday for birthday. I’m 39.. so what I think. Inspired by my son to finish the book. “That’s fucking it.” I say to myself. My little beatnik waking early the other morning and first thing he tells me is “Dada… I have to finish my book…I have two more books to finish, Dada…” Taking out markers and crayons, coloring and drawing pictures, practicing his cursive and just creating, creating. SO, that’s what I try to do tonight, sitting uncomfortably on the office couch, back hurting from standing in line at the DMV this morning for over two fucking hours to renew license. Had to be done.