December 2009
He Knocks and She Answers.
The family table gathers dust.
Do you love me?
Because I love you.
I wish this never happened (but it did).
Tell me why:
Patterns repeat.
Violence in the shadows.
10 dollars worth of beauty.
Clean dishes.
Dirty Hands.
Interspersed with signs of modernity.
Photo albums full of memories good and bad but mostly good.
Trees grow until they die or are cut down by mankind.
A fat man who...
A Skinny Boy
hi atisha i'm happy to hear how well you and your family are doing together. you sound relaxed and chubby. so it's time to unpack your bag? i thought you'd be a vagabond for alittle more time? what's a matta'? you homesick for arigato? how is thailand? i want to go there someday. sounds like a beautiful country to visit. well- give my love to your sisters and mom. as for you, take care and eat...
The Sensation of Living
October 9th.
Today I celebrate 3 years in New York. The 3 most difficult yet rewarding years of my not so young life. I’m not here to take stock or wallow in the misgivings of my past actions and indiscretions. What point would that serve? The past is dead, the memory of a ghost. My self has evolved before my very own eyes. Do I like who I am today? So far. But it’s early, not even noon.
I just...
Me and Chuck Bass
last night was ridiculous.
i was taking a bunch of photos of rob and his friends and out of nowhere this little dude in a beanie comes over and calls me a cunt and tells me to stop pointing my camera in his direction. i’m like, who the fuck are you? as he walks away, someone says he’s famous and on that show gossip girl. then i realize it’s chuck bass. chuck fucking bass has...
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Maybe it was Time to be a Man
I got fired or quit.
It didn’t really matter but I broke in the middle of the shift like a twig and walked out. I was never ever going back. I went home and packed my shit. Not all of it or even most of it, just the stuff I could fit in my bags. I left. I didn’t call anyone or say goodbye. It was of no concern at the time. I had to get out of there as fast as I could and I did. I didn’t say...
The End of the Night isn't Near Enough.
Stopped by the Jen Bekman Gallery to say hi. I Hadn’t seen Jen in months. She was busy with an installation and hardly had the time to say hello. She said that she had been thinking about me. Sure, I thought. “Thanks,” I said.
Lindsey was adjusting lights and had the look of a mad woman. It seemed like she had cracked. And she was only 27. She said she missed me and wanted to have lunch, but I...