techno

touch typing in heathrow among throngs of droopy eyes in the throes of timing time. had to writ because i just finished a book written bya man with my last name of no relation but also born in poland, lived in la and alternated between being champion of the world and a mama;s by--lived a more honest dichotomy then most especially because he didnt believe he was either. pint is by the time said gary was 26 he had won a Cross of Liberation,and the world ping-pong championship. in nice. strange to take interet in a man just because his name teases you with false kinship, then to feel actually related to him, more than one might to anyone of kin based on the odds, and then have it grow strnger, this kinship, even while you realize the thread of his writing is absolute isolation. even stranger to read this autobiography knowing that he committed suicide twenty years later, having stated several tims that suicide is not his style. and stranger still to know he did so on dec 2 1980, the birthdateof mr richard gary, father of one mando born in 1980. so i went and bought a book on modern economics. my own form of petite morte.
cheerio.