Meet one of my roommates, Ava. She doesn’t like very many people. She likes my Sister, my Dad, and me. That’s about it. She also likes getting into trouble.
Friday Evening at around 2:00AM, I find myself walking down Delancy St in the Lower East Side with a See by Chloe purse slung over my shoulder and a smaller dark blue leather handbag clutched in my palm. I also have three scarves draped around my neck. Not that it is that cold outside; I just happen to be carrying more scarves than I need.
It’s Monday at 1:37PM. My bus was scheduled to leave two days ago, my new one was scheduled at seven minutes ago and I’m walking briskly through Penn Station. I’ve also started to rip my face apart.
I’m just by the Williamsburg Bridge as I walk into the precinct to retrieve the goods. I give my name & ID and am told they will be out the next day.
My forehead itches from some spider bite and since I’m trying to not destroy my nails with my teeth I’ve almost scratched down to the skull while sleeping. I have also taken to eating once a day and filling in the gaps with cigarettes for the past few days. I’m falling apart and I smell.
I keep thinking, “This is weird. This must look wrong. This will raise questions.” Only three times did I think anything different. Firstly, when my neck becomes too warm from the two feminine scarves wrapped around it. Secondly, when I pass Clinton St. and think, “New York is cold, but I like where I’m living. There’s music on Clinton St. all through the Evening.” Thirdly, when I want a cigarette and begin to think, “Shit, how will I look milling on the corner smoking with purses. I need a cab.”
I only have enough clothes to last me my anticipated trip with an extra pair of socks just in case I was caught in the rain. Needless to say I’ve been wearing the same two outfits, with careful and skillful mixing and matching longer than I meant to.
After lounging in a Mid-Town hotel room and watching “Jurassic Fight Club” on the History Channel, I waited for two days and then my friends were set free and I went home.
I was in New York two weeks ago. I was in New York three days ago. I may be back next week and I kind of want to be here for Halloween. What to do, what to do?
I was NOT in jail and I WAS carrying two purses down Delancey on Friday night.
Why was I walking around the Lower East Side carrying two purses?
The short lazy version=because I’m a good friend sometimes and I have too many woman friends.
The longer cryptic version to come.
They don’t.
taken at my Parent’s house with my iPhone before I left Los Angeles
This is what life’s all about. These are the only thing one needs. Well add some land, a truck and a .50 Cal rifle.
We’re almost through the first week of Fall and it’s shaping up very nicely here on the East Coast. We are experiencing light cloud cover and light to moderate rain.
Even though the Summer is over do not become discouraged, Summer Wine can still be consumed with a ferocity not seen since the Roman Empire.
Thought: Why is the imagery of wine always so classy?
Gentle breezes, calming and temperate California, Italian or French weather, walking with a lover along a beach, decadent grapes, expensive and exotic cheeses, friendly salutations, older attractive white men and women in tuxedos and cocktail dresses gently breathing in the aroma of their glasses with well-tempered nostrils.
Don’t these people ever get trashed of this stuff? Yes, yes they do I’ve seen them, but somehow they hold onto a certain amount of class. Cheers! Cheers to the wine-drinking elite and their campaign of beautiful images for wine.
Oh wait, never mind there are always winos.
Apparently my little girl, Bailey, is eating rocks in California and goes into surgery today.
What the hell is wrong with dogs?
“Your lies are fluorescent my baby-faced angel
Grow a fucking heart love.”-Elbow
Don’t put this note by your face on the pillow
Don’t put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You’re spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my baby-faced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
I’ve got your number
I’ve got your number
I’ve got your number
You’ve got my number
My first roommate in College was raised Mormon and he broke this down to me in a basic way. He, not surprisingly, wasn’t part of the Church anymore.
This is probably on par with what Scientologists believe. It’s THAT good.
Space the 1st Frontier and the also the last frontier.
Brooklyn
Bronx
Bands
Booze
Boston
Barney’s
Buses
Boots
I left Brooklyn yesterday and it looks like I’ll be back there in a little over a week.
I love the East Coast and I’ve got some good people out here. I feel like no one hangs out that much in Los Angeles. Maybe it’s just a little too vastly expansive, fuck I don’t know, but I enjoyed myself in NY and I’m enjoying my time alone in Boston.
My friends in BK helped me to not have to sleep on a hardwood floor more than one of the four nights I was there. Thanks for letting me crash, thanks for the tickets to the free shows, thanks for the company, the talks, and thanks for just being good people. Jesus, I managed to see The Mars Volta AND Slick Rick on two consecutive nights.
I love New York; I’m spoiled there. Now I have to decide if I want to spend money for a ticket to the Mogwai show in Boston only to go by myself… Decisions, decisions.