Dave Daze

Every day is a good day

Monday 18 February 1985: Quito

My whole writing day fucked by a wretched trip to Ambato – and a little laziness on my part. Wendy can’t seem to believe that morning by far best time for me to write, tomorrow, last day of these almost blank vacations, she wants to go to club if weather’s fit. I hope it won’t be.