I think I’m not ready yet to talk about Saturday and the series of bizarre events that led up to Saturday. It burns the inside of my chest when I think about it. It agitates me. It makes me tense up and pace and it makes my muscles and brain hurt.
...read more hereTwo memes in a row? Really? I’ve been kind of out of it, very busy with fast-approaching deadlines, sleep deprived, [insert more excuses here], etc. I’ve been a little angry and a little frustrated and not much able to put words together coherently. I was going to write a lighthearted post about my girlfriend from down the way and her little run-in with free-mason based conspiracy theories… but I just can’t right now
...read more hereMy God, is everything the same in this city? Houses, duplexes, brownstones, projects, black people, white people, Asian people, snobs, hustlers, workers, hookers, housewives, rich people, poor people, angry people, indifferent people, church people, heathens, muslims, buddhists, vendors, teachers, college girls, old men, botox-injected porn stars, carpenters, gas stations, chinese restaurants…
...read more hereI don’t know how to relay through this literary medium the quietly introspective insanity that is four hours of subway and bus travel; two there and two back. Of course, I can remember a time when this was commonplace for me, and yet now I’ve become like an impatient child constantly wondering “are we there yet?”
...read more hereActually, it’s not entirely fair to call either one of us bitter, especially since we have both taken responsibility for being the cause of our problems … and we agree that neither of us has much right to inflict ourselves on the world.
Come to think of it, that does sound like bitterness.
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