Have you ever been ashamed to tell someone something?
It is 2:51am. I am up. I woke up at this time last night, too. I can’t sleep. My kid can’t sleep either cause he was tossing and turning in his crib, wound up in my bed, tossed and turned there, too, and now I can’t sleep, but it’s not the real reason. Continue reading tap in the afternoon
Y, whatch’a up to these days? i know you said never to call or write
you but i thought you meant that figuratively.
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nope, I meant it literally
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In case you have any doubts in the future please print out the
Your little voodoo won’t work anymore.
Because I see you for who you are.
And you are not a good person.
You have Continue reading Hate Mail
I walk to work and there is a quiet spot around 14th and Ninth at 7:38 in the morning. The Apple store is open but no one’s inside but a man sweeping around the large wooden desks. The vibrant restaurants are cold, stolid yet strangely inviting; like going home and finding an 80 pound tree trunk blocking your door. The cobble stones seem trickier this early or my hushpuppies aren’t the best choice for early morning walks or at 32 my ankles sleep in, but I’m always scared Continue reading I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for not as long as I’ve been listening to that other song on repeat but still it’s been a awhile
I do appreciate you holding the door open for me. I’m not always so quick to get my card ready in advance and I find most people (who don’t want money from me) aren’t inclined to opening doors while waiting in line for the ATM, so I’m stuck pulling a locked door because the thing I slid my card into didn’t turn green. For that, thanks. However, when I go to use an ATM it is because I have depleted my funds. The ATM gives out dividends of twenty. I’m not giving you twenty bucks. Continue reading To the homeless man in Bank of America (23st/Fifth Ave)
What is Mine
He’s trying to take what is mine.
Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine, she’s not mine.
In time she’ll be mine.
On oysters and wine.
We’ll sip from the glass made of crystal and sand. The beach?
We’ll swim in the beach and wine when we dine on the day she is mine.
I’ll place on her head. A gown made of bread where we’ll waltz till we’re dead.
No worry of mind,
No rushing of time,
Her gown made of bread with a crown on her head.
A waltz we will dance while we sip on our wine,
And the day that she’s dead is the day she’ll be mine.
28 March 2008
“I begin to read or write; She takes me away to deal with the baby so she can continue to ready herself for work. The baby plays with me (for a bit) then leaves to be with her while I’m sitting there playing with his toys.”
22 April 2008
“My right eye has began twitching. It started one month ago and happens at least 6 times a day. I’ve watched it in the mirror. It keeps me from holding peoples eyes when I speak which is great cause looking at someone’s face makes my mind wonder.”
29 May 2008
Excerpt of a short story titled The Bear
“Out of the darkness the claws ripped through the ferris wheel. “Raaaaaargh,” screamed the bear from the seat below. “Help! Save me,”cried the female ferris wheel attendant to the man at the ticket booth. “We live together!” But before he could blink the Bear had landed on the attendant with a thud.
The faults we see in others. We see them because we have them. Not an original thought. What is an original thought is that I’ve been noticing what’s wrong with others a lot lately.
Ran into Tamara Simkin at the Aventura Mall [there was a time when I would have punched myself in the balls to hold that girls hand] Continue reading I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for 38 minutes
I have an Improv class tonight and I must admit, I am scared. I feel out of sorts, in my head, unsure of myself, and a thickness that I try and shed with the aid of coffee and cigarettes. I have reached some sort of ugly dip in my training where I don’t know what’s going to happen next and not in a good way. I feel out of control and where I’m ending up, isn’t that good.
Continue reading Ants