Drive up to Dunedin Sunday morning w/ K. and M. who drove up here from Port Charlotte and Naples. Visited the golf course, at those hours under the star blanket abroad. Eat breakfast. Wish them well in travels, read for the afternoon and evening on the porch, listen North Beach, or night airs. Days at the university have long since passed for the three of us, though studies continue. North Tampa was that fictional "seventh circle of hell." Exaggerated.

Listen to The Love Below played too loudly on Ramiro's stereo. It could be the next Illmatic, style-wise. Black Sheep's opening phrase on their first LP: "If it's about anything / then it's got to be style."

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