spying

My living room window is perfect for spying on people. Tonight, I set my sights on a dinner party across the street. It was made up of about 8-10 white/25-35/profess-y people who were hanging out together and drinking. I can see their interactions to such minute detail. The women all on one side, desperate and smiling. The men on the other side of the room sitting on chairs in a half circle, hooting and showing off, trying to get attention. It disgusts me. I pray I will never know that world. I saw them taking pictures. How different pictures can be, depending on who took them, and under what circumstances they were taken.

The moon is full tonight, and it's very bright and intense. It seems like there's a large white ring around it. I'm going to go smoke a bowl on the roof and look at it more.

---edit 1/9/08

This is back when I lived on 8th/Geary at
457 8th Avenue Apt #6
SF, CA 94118