On a break from the hospital, we are hanging tough at DS's while he goes to Turkey. My mom is reading through the pile of transgressive culture magazines next to his bed. She is reading me the review of the Tapes N' Tapes album in a recent Vice, "This band's career is a figment of Pitchfork's imagination." I think she likes Tapes n' Tapes, but she finds this is very funny.
There is not much to say or write; if I think or talk much about whats going on I start to cry. Hospitals are a nether world. So is LA.
I will be here for a while.