Did y'have a nice Turkey Day? This year was different. Paul and WM hung up their club shoes to play board games by mine. Very Waltons.

The Professor wasn't in town but I did see Johnny. With the exception of the Devil, he's the onea the most dangerous men I know. That says a lot. And he brought his daughter over.


This 25 year-old kid named Luis Armando Pena Soltren hijacked this plane from NY to Puerto Rico on 19681124 and went to Cuba where he spent the next 40 years in working as a day labourer.

At some point, he musta thought, What the #$@# did I do with my life?

So he came back an old man and's sitting at some jail cell knowing that he's thrown his life away on yet another thing that had the air of truth to it, but no real truth to it.


Nietzxche was right, your convictions're dangerous things. The choices remain the same: Change your map; Change your reality; or Keep crying.

Better work out. Next year, doubt I'll have his daughter there to protect me.

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Paul stopped by my place the other night. There was a time when I'd spend mosta my time with him chatting about Heartgirl rather than the other way round.

He's still (kinda) living the life of a singleton - he's got his front-runner - as're lotsa my other friends. S'funny, the charm of being single's the potential to meet someone that makes you not.

This salesman named Alan Stillman was tired of being single so he started a bar to pick up girlies on 63rd Street and 1st Ave back in 1965. Dunno if it worked but kinda shows what people'll do to not be by their lonesome.

Which kinda makes me wonder why people don't explore the avenues out there to meet someone appropriate.

Like online dating - dunno why anyone's got anything against it. The actual meeting of a body makes it just as normal as anything else. Sides, how's it any more likely you're gonna meet your better half in some smoky bar?

Said it before, it's like y'got this aunt named Match or something like that, who says to you, "I know that guy/girl that y'might like." Plus, how often when you go out and about do you also get a resume of the person in front of your face?

Oh, the name of the joint that that guy Stillman started was TGI Friday's - he also started Smith & Wollensky's, the joint that HG brought me on my bday.

Y'probably aren't gonna meet someone right for you in TGI Friday's but you get my point.

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Now, where were we?

A while back, wrote about cowboys. Seems every seven years, you lose more than halfa your friends. The person y'think of as your best friend only has a 30% chance of staying in that role.

One guy that made the cut was my buddy Steel; he got hitched in Central Park this past weekend. Appetizers included whole lobsters. That was the appetizer. Need to get invited to more weddings like that.

Steel's like alla my good friends. Never really see them; we don't interact much. But he knows that I'm onea the few people in the world he can always count on and vice versa. We're different races but the same people.

That's onea the main things about the Jaycee Dugard case makes me ill. Cause in addition to all of the sick things she had to go through - and they were seriously sick - she didn't have her people. She didn't have a family or friends. Real ones, I mean. What a terribly lonely way to go through life. Couldn't sleep causa it.

Yet another reason, think I'm blessed - our dumb luck.

Speaking of blessed, thanks for the concern but said I was coming back, didn't I?

If y'read me, gotta think that there's a good chance you're onea my people too, yeah? Let's face it, this is hardly an interesting blog and I'm not a scantily clad chick. But I suppose you read cause something I say makes sense to you.

Ergo, we gotta stick together.

Clumsy, geeky, optimistic dreamers're rarer than y'might think in this world.




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Skip the first 30 seconds.

Weird thing was that I wrote a short story about a decade ago about a fairy godmother that I swear I told him about. But his version and mine're vastly different.

Lemme know whatcha think.


Got a call at 1AM the other night from the girlie that I chatted to on a Gramercy stoop. She said I was one of the only people she trusted not to screw her over. Took that to heart and stayed awake to talk to her.


Question: What's the only mammal that can't jump?

Went to a house party on a roof the other night. Something about the NYC skyline y'can't get elsewhere. But went to DC afterward anyway.

DC was nice. Hot. Very hot. Spent mosta the time in the museums: Natural History and American History. Place was packed; kinda gives y'hope about the future if the museums're packed, yeah?

Managed to score a suite at the GWU Inn; had a view of Watergate. Ugly as sin.

The room was a suite cause it had a stove and fridge, meaning that we loaded up at the Trader's Joe around the way. Then, on the way back, stopped off at Rutgers to get a Fat Darrell. My arteries hate me.


Felt like a tubster so wrestled today. If one's 36 with a broken middle finger, injured neck, and tennis elbow, you'd think one'd not wrestle with 20-year olds at 99% humidity.

Then again, making good choices isn't my thing.

Anywho, a client finally called me today. Heading upstate tomorrow to try to make some scratch.

Oh, and...elephant.


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Went to my buddy Kung's birthday party; this year, made it home before the sun set versus last year when I made it home as the sun rose. Getting old. Sheridan floated me into another high society open bar joint with a BBQ on a rooftop but I couldn't get in touch with him. Just as well. Instead, caught up with a friend that was recently given his walking papers.

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Bryson met up with me to take some pics for him on the tram. Was cloudy and overcast but I took them anyway.

Was born on the island east of this bridge. Live on the island west of it. Yet, I've never taken the tram to the island between them until today.

Afterward, we had lunch at Johnny Rockets. Never been there either. Thought of my grandma; cause y'always think there'll be time enough to do things. Then one day, y'find you've done run outta time.

He's having a kid. His wife, a doctor, agreed to let him teach her how to roll. Should mention that's he onea the best architects in his field and parta the teams in chargea giving the tram a facelift.


Those three lives I told y'about. We all got them. Realized 90 minutes ago, that I've spent 90% of my life on these two islands, doing two very different things, living two very different lives.

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Before his rematch against Chuck Liddell:

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Don't wanna go out for my birthday but Paul insists. He, Hazel and WM take me out for some killer Indian food. Afterward, Paul and Hazel pick up a bottle of rum and we kill it on a balcony overlooking Broadway in the Village. Paul even picked up a cake.


Stupid friends won't even let a guy be depressed on his birthday.


Saturday, dash off to Brooklyn for something and rush home to make a wedding for a buddy I've not seen in years. The most beautiful woman in the room spies me walking in and takes my hand.


My world's a small place. Alla my guy friends are comparing their ueber expensive automatic watches. Sold mine to pay for for law school stuff. Miss my Seamaster the most.

But don't have time to be sad. Dash off to see my buddy El for her housewarming. Rain and the gang're there including Tess (who's in Kings, should it not get canceled) and Eve. We all go up to the roof, which is dark. But not in a cool way, more in a pitch black kinda way.



While there, get a call from a girl Shin I've not seen in 15 years telling me she's in town. She's a professor now. Crazy. So we meet up and soon, about eight of us are in a karaoke bar downtown where people are butchering Phil Collins.

My brother's best friend is there with her 18 year old sister who delights in the fact that I'm, quite literally, twice her age now. She puts a note in front of me that makes me laugh. But it's almost 3AM and Shin's boyfriend turns out to be a drunk douche so I bounce before I can deck him.


Yesterday, I see Heartgirl. We go out and she has a glass of wine and listens to my stories. I like her more than anything. Even rum.

Today, have dinner with the family at an all-you-can eat buffet.


Thanks for the birthday wishes, they meant a lot to me. Really. Every writer likes knowing that someone, somewhere's reading them.

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Y'know how I always say that your friends're mirrors to yourself? They're also the thermostats to your mental health.

They're the ones that pull you back and go, "Dude, what are you doing?" It's why nutcases like Ted Kaczynski live by themselves in the woods.

The running joke between my friends and me's that I beergoggle. They always whisper into my ear, "Eject, eject, eject." And I always go, "Really?" shrug and bolt. Figure that I'm about 27.3% rum most weekends (by volume, not weight) so I should listen to them.

With mobile phone photography technology being what it is, they're right more often than not.

Not all my friends eject when we tell them to, though, which is another running joke.

Another thing I believe's that if three of your friends tell you something, unsolicited, it's probably true. Like if three friends tell you that you're acting like a jerk, chances are high, you're acting like a jerk.

A buddy of mine's all bent outta shape about a girlie that we all roundly believe isn't worth his time. And yet he keeps trying. He insists that this is different, that she's different. But we both know she's not. It's not.

He just needs time to sober up to see it. No worries. I'll be sure to mock him once he comes up for air. It's what friends do.

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Don't wish me a Happy Birthday just yet. One more post tomorrow.

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Think Heartgirl's tired of hearing me talk about my life so I've been trying to talk to her less. Guess I don't blame her, got a lot on my mind. So, RE Mike invited me out to the premier of Peter & Vandy where we chatted up some folk and a tall drink of water bought me a tall drink of rum.

But I swung by Paul's new pad first where he was unpacking.

The next day, met up with Heartgirl for onea my oldest buddy's wedding in Brooklyn. Heartgirl and I then got lit together and stumbled across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan. Told her I lived here my whole life and never walked across it before. It's true.

Her shoes kept getting stuck in the walkway and we couldn't help but laugh.


Life's been stressful lately. Can't keep taking the disappointments.

But the flip side's the unexpected kindness, the grace I'm always talking about. Like old friends that make an appearance.

My friend Steel, his real name, stopped by and dropped off a rack of prime rib and some fillet mignion cause he heard I wasn't doing so hot. And Bryson called me up to tell me he's gonna be a pop.

And the last little bit I got tonight. Closing an office isn't just shutting the doors and kicking everyone to the curb. There's a lotta shredding involved. A lot of it. Was up at 4AM and it was 10PM in front of my shredder when my wrestling coach calls me.

It made the hour commute home not so sucktastic. Cause, in some way, that's what everyone's been saying, that maybe I can hold my own once I get better.


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With nods The Laura (whoa, twice in three days), who introduced me to the singer above, I submit that Dorothy Parker was wrong.

I have a new female roommate - like the last two, she's stunning. Also like the other two, she's off limits to me. Mainly because I'm not a creep.

However, she hung out with me, Paul and Cain the other night:



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I pray every night. Dunno if you knew that.

Last night, I said, I know I've been given so much already but can I just get one good thing tomorrow? Just to help me through this rough patch? I got several.

• I passed my exam!
• You guys sent me both happy and stupid.
• Six friends called me to see how I was and I had this following conversation recently about my situation:
  

Thank goodness for the good souls, yeah?

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This will be my last post on my situation until I resolve it. I'll be back with the irrelevant tomorrow.

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I've decided to switch to Cingular AT&T. The main reason is that it uses GSM; the standard used in Europe and Asia. It's so widespread that Nokia and Sony Ericson decided to drop non-GSM carriers like Sprint and Verizon.

I figure it's just one more little thing to push me to get up and go.

Unfortunately, most of my friends aren't on a GSM network so, rather than make out of network calls, I've just decided to just get new friends.

Shouldn't be a problem. I only have two.

One if you don't count Harold.

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I was out with some friends hauling furniture, drinking rum, and arguing.

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