i am insulated
nothing special to say
nothing comes into my space
i never leave
i don't hurt,
i don't win, but
i don't lose
(you always lose, pard)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
marshall the stacks
F.W. is back from Warsaw and he's jet lagged from the flight. His arrival is unexpected.
A hasty assembly gathers at the usual spot.
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way, says bob dylan.
we're all there. but things have changed. For ten years we had a reliable arrangement, all of us peers. Then one day it was different.
There were babies. And loans.
There were break ups. And jealousies. And failure.
Some talk later, the others depart to pursue their lives. F.W. and I move to bourbon. I happen to have an extra ticket to Ricky Jay's Arcana and Oddities Exhibition at the Bathurst St. Theatre, so we have something to do after we're asked to leave the bar.
F.W. was never much of a talker. But i can tell he's not impressed with Mr. Jay's demonstrations. His agitation seems centered on the middle aged futz sitting next to him.
Before he can start any trouble with the effete, i make a point of passing him the salt shaker.
Later that night we're outside the theatre and Nigel Erdmann is introduced to us. We know each other from ten years before when i rejected his novel. he nearly immediately moves to strangle me but we escape through a hedge.
A hasty assembly gathers at the usual spot.
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way, says bob dylan.
we're all there. but things have changed. For ten years we had a reliable arrangement, all of us peers. Then one day it was different.
There were babies. And loans.
There were break ups. And jealousies. And failure.
Some talk later, the others depart to pursue their lives. F.W. and I move to bourbon. I happen to have an extra ticket to Ricky Jay's Arcana and Oddities Exhibition at the Bathurst St. Theatre, so we have something to do after we're asked to leave the bar.
F.W. was never much of a talker. But i can tell he's not impressed with Mr. Jay's demonstrations. His agitation seems centered on the middle aged futz sitting next to him.
Before he can start any trouble with the effete, i make a point of passing him the salt shaker.
Later that night we're outside the theatre and Nigel Erdmann is introduced to us. We know each other from ten years before when i rejected his novel. he nearly immediately moves to strangle me but we escape through a hedge.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
gonna go out
things that don't last as long as i wish they would:
highs
haircuts
the stash
jeans
good body
nights
deadwood
new
22
highs
haircuts
the stash
jeans
good body
nights
deadwood
new
22
Friday, January 01, 2010
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