How embarassing is it to introduce your parents to your friends?

I took my parents to the farmhouse. And ended up with a gigantic gazelle mask on my head, prancing to Bjork, and filmed by the puppeteer.

Yeah. Let me cherish this moment after, with rolling tobacco, yeah, cheap unfiltered, on my tongue, wine from napa, and organic fancy food in my belly.

How rare it is to introduce them to my favorite people. They met B and G and M and S and L, hehe. I warned them ahead that we were going to the farmhouse and that these were poets, so they had to be prepared.

I don't know what they talked about when I danced with the mask on my head, and I don't care. I love wine.

I have three different kinds of organic potatoes, tomatoes, and peppers from the farmers' market, I retrieved some of my plants, I have music and sandals and a cute little historic apartment and my parents are staying at the bed n breakfast next door. Somehow, it works. This is richness.

I know my parents are worried about me and what will I do after this year is up. I have one more day before school begins and the crazy insane pressure and not thinking about the future. I don't yet know what I am going to do and it is scary. But for now please let me be okay. We can see Mars up close. We hear trains. We see the sorority girls in their skimpy black dresses rushing, or whatever it is they do in packs on the streets and we can even build big cocks. It feels good to not care. Isn't that luxury, American, middle class, living for now, vulnerable, not knowing what might arise tomorrow.