Sorry I've not posted in a while, been hella busy. Moving from one part of my building to another. Thought it'd be easy but it's not cause one collects a great deal of - for lack of a better word - crap in 36 years. Everything has a story to it; some stories I wanna relive, some I'd rather forget.

Suppose that's hardly news to anyone.

See that pic above? Y'might have seen it before. Love that pic for reasons only I and another person might know. My pastor once said that you don't love a picture causea the paper it's printed on. Y'love a picture for what it represents.

And yeah, I try to donate or toss as mucha my stuff as I can. But I got some ratty things that I love, not cause they're worth something, but cause they're worth some thing to me. So when the guy moving in picks something up and says, Hey can you bring the garbage over so I can toss this? I reply, Oh, gimme that, I'll toss it.

And slip it into my back pocket to put it away later, safely behind all the other crap I love, not cause it's worth something, but cause it's worth some thing to me.


Last week, went to a genuine ball. Was a fundraiser event for Helen Keller International: $1,500 a plate, auctions going for $50,000. The full nine. Sat at a table of lawyers and next to a pretty blond. $1,500 dinners are wasted on people like me; always think, man, I coulda made that better. Probably not true but it's my head, I get to think what I wanna.

Had this cool British auctioneer that was going nuts; made me wanna bid for something. Couldn't though, one trip to Umbria cost like $50K.

Managed to get semi-floated in; felt I should contribute something and I did, in my own way.

On the way there and back, got caught in the rain. It's all just peaks and valleys, isn't it?

So, y'miss me?




YASYCTAI: If something happened and you hadta grab something, what'd it be? (20 mins/2 pts)
Music: been looking so long at these pictures of you
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Friday was Paul's B-day so we headed down to our usual joint. Some shots, some rum, some conversation. The usual NYC twirl. Bumped into a curly-haired blond downtown and she said "Excuse you," with a big toothy smile. I smiled back politely but slipped out the door with Heartgirl by 1AM.


Spent mosta Saturday and alla Sunday by myself. Me time is always a good time. Chatted with PCD online for a bit.
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At the party, met a friend that was easing into single life as I was easing out. One minute, I'm 27 and walking outta the Harbor Hotel in Beijing to a waiting car wearing Valentino and a Speedmaster. The next minute, I'm 33 and out both a girlfriend and alla my scratch. Then the next hot minute, I'm here. Telling my secrets to reeds and strangers. And thinking of a girlie I didn't know existed before 4/7/2008.

The problem with being half-asleep alla time is that reality and dreams blur. There've been plenty of times I thought something was something, but just turned out to be a lotta nuthin. Kinda wonder if this'll all just turn out to be nuthin at all. Man...that would suck.


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It's supposed to be the coldest weather here in NYC in 15 years but I'm leaving this week for sunnier climates and'll, thankfully, miss it.

I'll write when I can.

Music: I know exactly how he feels
YASYCTAI: Get ridda mosta your jerks. Screw em. (time/3 pts)
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Get a surprising message on Friday from someone I was dating. We opted to be friends and she calls to tell me something I really don't wanna know. So, I'm disappointed in her. Then again, she called cause she needed a friend and I wasn't the friend I shoulda been.

So, I'm disappointed in me.

Go out for the usual fun and games for Friday. Some girl keeps grabbing my butt so I bounce early. Saturday, wrestled. That's a whole entry on it's own. Then I go to my cousin's wedding. Could do without everyone asking me when I'm getting married.

Orbit around Heartgirl all weekend; more misunderstandings between us. We're supposed to meet up but something comes up so she bails. Thing is, I'm slightly glad we didn't meet up cause who she is in my head might not be who she is at all.

Then again, I'm not the man they think I am at home.


That's WM the night before. Heartgirl wanted to watch the Eurocup so I arranged it for a friend of mine to show it at her bar. Since Heartgirl didn't come, WM came and we caught the game. And talked about our many regrets.

Paul, WM and I're great at parties. Cause the people that're really great at parties are the ones that just wanna forget the awful things.


Music: I think it's gonna be a long, long time
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I'm on the wrong side of 6AM when I stick my key in my door and turn to unlock it. I'm wondering what happened this weekend.

Half-an-hour earlier, I'm walking alone in the snow to the West Side Highway to catch a cab home.

An hour earlier, I'm in Guest House with Gio and Paul both gaming the same hottie. Drama. I'm too old for drama. As usual Gio floated us in and gets us a table with a bottle of vodka. Not my poison but it's comped so I take it. I chat up a group of lovely Irish actresses and girl from Kentucky that's a great dancer.

Two hours earlier, I'm in Sway being told by a girlie from Holland that I should meet her again in the hidden club at the Village. Nah.

Four hours earlier, I'm with "Clara" celebrating her birthday at Sugar. I tell her to text all my friends: Logan's all up in my grill - where are you guys? thinking they'll come save her. Nope.

Six hours earlier, I run into an old ghost from my club days. I tell him I'm a Christian and don't run hustle or sweatboxes any more. I don't think he believed me. He woulda never have believed I got grifted.

Seven hours earlier, I'm speaking crappy German and Chinese to Benlbr at The Back Room where John McEnroe slipped past me. Ben and I are on our own tight schedules but it's good to meet up.

Eight hours earlier, I'm stepping into Bar 151 with Paul to see Kung, the Grey-Eyed Girl and Randi. Two girls smile at me but I demur to saying hello. I'm on a schedule.

I'm on the wrong side of 9PM when I stick my key in my door and turn to lock it. I'm wondering what'll happen this weekend.

Music: Searching for something to say; Waiting for the break of day
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