10-17-04 - 8:55 p.m.
mel is sore from his fall from the roof. last night, he appeared on my doorstep in a black motorcycle jacket. he sat on my couch and grew mellow from vicodin and beer. keep in mind, mellow to this man is the difference between a 78 and 33 rpm record. when i asked about his bar mitzvah, he recited part of the torah. when i asked about prison, he told me about two years in a famous new york penitentiary. he talked about his cab company in sacramento. he spoke about finding god. we compared tattoos; i have one, he is the illustrated man. on his chest? dennis the menace.