Vianey cooks while I sit at the kitchen table and worry about money. There's months to go in the city and I can barely feed myself. We're living off scrambled eggs and tortillas, with the occassional sandwich or candy. Vianey and I make out a lot, but a scare of epic proportions has me concerned. It's not a scare in fact. I can feel it. I know. More than her which is difficult to believe, but I'm not proven wrong and a tension is created, that, and the worry of money turns me into a man not much myself.

We spend the time smoking, drinking, chatting, fucking and drinking coffee. We walk around town, make bracelets.. but I don't want to talk. I hold her responsible.. and I know it's illogical and immature, but the feeling remains.. eventually I turn to her for money, she gets some wired over.. I feel like a Dean Moriarty, a womanizer who takes money from his woman to gamble and drink.. but for someone who isn't this, it's an experience. I play my role well hoiwever, tho very uncomfortable.