Location: 21:00 yest, turning onto Northern Blvd.
Music: I’ve fallen from my nest so high above Help me fly I am too afraid try
So either my parents are reading my blog, someone’s telling them about it, or they’re eerily perceptive. I’ve been crashing with them when I get out past 21:30.
: Sit down, I wanna write you something. (writes
) This is from Mencius
. Before Life decides to give greatness onto someone, she’ll test them first – she’ll make them suffer. It’s suffering that gives you depth and wisdom.
Me: Thanks but…why’re you telling me this now?
Him: (shrugging) You got home so late. I thought you should know.
Her: Do you want some rum?
Me: (shocked) What?
Her: I like rum. I’ve got the spiced kind for some rum cakes and one from Brazil. Do you like rum?
Really, really weird.
I wonder if you and I’d get along in real life.
I’m told I’m funny and smell nice in RL; I’m also told I get moody right quick and disappear for months – years, sometimes. But I’d call or write – or at least wonder how you were. Honest.
It’s probably better you just come to this blog and find out what I’m up to, shug, and go, Eh, about the same.
Speaking of the same, I’m sick again. Send soup?
Location: finally back home
Music: I foresee terrible trouble And I stay here just the same
I should note that I (a) really needed a haircut, (b) was wearing a REALLY large tee-shirt and (c) I had little sleep before the shoot. But I thought it was funny, even if I look terrible.
This week, I’m posting nothing but vids – no pics.
I worked most of the weekend however I did venture out at night. Friday was a story in itself but I ended walking some two miles home in the cold just because I was awake. For a moment I almost called someone that I knew I shouldn’t but by then I was already sober. Just as well.
Saturday, I spent about four hours in the gym. I met up with in_a_silver_bag at night because she was in town. She and her friend were troopers and braved the freezing cold to have some of my favorite aged rum with me.
She told me that I was pretty much like I am in my blog. I think that’s a good thing.
Sunday I saw Rain, L and company for a short holiday party after church. It was good to see them again if only for an hour.
There’s never time enough.
Please leave a pirate-sounding comment.
Location: an office I pay way too much for
Music: Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
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Camera Obscura – the drummer was smoking like a chimney.
Baltimore was nice. Coming home was nicer. This time around, there was silverware. Sorta.
Was in the Baltimore Penn Station and I remembered being there a year ago asking my brother what I should do when I got home. He reminded me of something:
You’re 33. How can someone that you’ve been with for four years define you? What’d you do before her?
Told him the same thing once before.
I’m troubled again, but this time, for totally different reasons.
Was going to make a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich but instead had a rendezvous with a single-barrel, seven-year rum. No oranges.
This week is going to be very unpleasant but I just told someone here that life has it’s highs and lows. Life’s like that.
I’m ready for some more highs.
Location: 9PM yest, Freehold NJ, hearing a sad story
Music: I’m a stupid little thing
My Ex stopped by and peeked into my fridge
Got a gig to go to fancy dinners and chat with rich people.
Him: You really don’t know? They want you because of how you look.
Me: (surprised) You’re kidding me. What about my resume?
Him: (shrugging) Didn’t even look at it. You’re meeting Ed Koch on Wednesday. Free up your nights, wear a suit and don’t bring a date. Oh…don’t get fat.
After a breakup, I tend to get hit on more. Even Gio noticed people looking at me tonight. I think it’s the lack of sleep, plus, I don’t eat much when I’m single. It’s nice but my hands are shaking again.
I’m usually the icebreaker of my friends. Some of them (not Gio) “love” the women I’m with but the moment I’m single, they tell me things like, “Oh, I never liked her,” to get me back in the scene.
Ugh. I hate that. I hate gossip folk.
My exes weren’t perfect but I was with them for a reason.
Speaking of which, The Ex stopped by unexpectedly on Sunday night to pick up some of her things.
For some reason, she looked in the fridge. All it had was protein shakes, rum and PB&J. She laughed when she opened up the freezer and saw the Mac & Cheese and all the veggie burgers.
Wish I could tell you something terribly interesting happened when she was here. She looked amazing. But I’d be lying.
You know, I could survive on protein shakes, rum and PB&J.
Maybe even just the rum.
Location: @8PM, my favorite dive bar w/Gio
Music: Then I’ll just be waiting here right here
Meeting more and more people
Hello! I am 34 and trying to find my way through the world; if you’ve already made it, won’t draw me a map? I’m here and I’m trying to get there.
When I sober up tomorrow, I’m sure that’ll all make perfect sense.
Until then, I have my red, red rum to help me forget all the other colours.
Then again, if I had a better story, would I be writing this to you?
Location: some small bar in some small world
Music: hold on Just give me something
Another commercial for our webisodes
The title of this clip is called Helen Keller.
We filmed this on Sunday and you wanna know the crazy thing? I walked almost six miles from 86th and Broadway to Canal Street and Broadway to meet up with Rain to film this.
Just had to get out, I guess.
Stop by on Saturday the 19th to watch a sneak preview of the show with us – you can find details and buy advance tickets for $5 by visiting www.72canal.com.
We’ll watch the show, have some rum and a few laughs.
You will come, won’t you?
They have rum.
Location: @7PM yesterday, getting hired on the UWS
Music: everything i own, smells of you
We all have a vault where we keep our secrets
I was out with some friends hauling furniture, drinking rum, and arguing.
Me: Of course I’m pissed, you opened the vault! You’re supposed to keep that stuff to yourself!
Him: I opened the vault? Look who’s talking! At least I was drunk. What’s your excuse for that email from last time?
Me: That was a mistake and I apologized.
Him: I may have opened the vault, but you, you give f___ tours. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”
So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
The beauty of never having drunk seriously since high school is that I’ve managed to (I think) look better than my age and have not a gut.
The flip side of it is that I’m meeting up with inebriated Logan again for the first time since 1995.
And he’s got stuff to say.
I’m already fairly friendly and outgoing when I’m sober. Drunk, I’m your best friend.
So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
Location: @3AM, sloshing home
Music: I’ll take myself to an east coast city and walk about