in the fire of my youth/we were racing with the sun

at this very moment in two weeks' time, i will be in nyc with my ultra-main squeeze, ms. jeanne, crunching some numbers, losing some sleep and letting life go off, borough by borough, block by block, bit by bit. incredulity still consumes me quite entirely. AND--aside from airport traffic, i'll escape town neatly and completly from the goddamned superbowl.