today jade and i went out for coffee and talked for a while. i like her. we talked about traumatic experiences that scarred us for life. there was a lady sitting near us who seemed to be high on heroin or something. she kept nodding off, her head slowly falling towards the table. she was holding a lit cigarette that was about to burn her fingers, and she was about to fall forward into her coffee. so i coughed loudly and her head jerked up and she opened her eyes. then she started nodding some more until she woke up again and picked up her things and left...

then we rode bikes to g-too, the bins, and went through the piles of discarded clothes. i found a nice purple sweater and a blue tote bag-- jade found little boy underwear and some cute t-shirts. the price was right: $1.29 per pound of clothes. we weighed ourselves on the industrial scales, and we were exactly the same: 116.5 pounds. the ride to and from the place, which was near university and frankin in st. paul, was unusually hilly for this area. all my hill muscles were out of shape and i felt like a wimp. biking around here just doesn't give you a good workout like all the hills in portland.

we got veggie subs with gabe and ate them surruptitiosly on the bus, to the aster cafe by the river. gabe was reading "son of the revolution", about china, i was reading the che biography, and jade was reading "lolita". we sang along to the music they were playing and drank lots of coffee. when we got home jade and i worked ourselves into a cleaning frenzy, possibley augmented by taking gabe's ADD medication (which is really just amphetimine). we cleaned the ENTIRE kitchen, which hasn't been cleaned since the house was built in 1932. there was rotten water pooled in the bottom of the fridge and 7 layers of dirt on the floor. after we exhausted ourselves and the kitchen was shiny, we sat around listening to commander venus...