back in time a bit - back at the Vault in Baltimore. The Power Movement Project was fantastic - a high energy, ferocious reggae-esque... project.

July 18th, 2004.
It doesn't FEEL like July. It's grey and the air conditioning lets us forget what kind of temperature might be lurking outdoors. Chelsea's dad doesn't sleep. I'm seeing morning for what feels like the first time in weeks. Months. And the grey weather is keeping my eyes from glistening with consciousness.

9.30am and Chuck and David are up and frolicking in their morningness - David's making bacon, and Chuck is talking about amplifiers and guitars and African rhythms. I'm just not ready for it yet.

My thoughts are still whirling from that kiss. Damn you Jason. Damn you Slanga.