A Note From God

On my forehead.
  March 12, 2003

Went to a screening of Almost Famous at a friend’s house last night, followed by prolonged boozing, smoking, and discussions on the meaning of life.  Awoke at 6 a.m. on a strange couch with a hangover and a Post-It note stuck to my forehead: “Grow out your hair.  God.”  I was just going to get a haircut today.  Now I don’t know what to do.  Empty San Francisco streets are surreal in the morning fog, and I smell of other people’s cigarettes as I sit in my office in yesterday’s clothes and drink tea.

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