Collections

Since I got back from NY on Sunday my apartment has begun to look like feral teenagers have been squatting in it. I come home every day and just drop everything on the nearest flat surface I can find. The mayhem collection is growing, but no need to be alarmed.

My new place has me living like a box car kid. Where my old place was a big glass box my new one is long and lean, so it takes only a day or so before a passthrough becomes inconvenient and going to the bathroom in the middle of the night threatens my bones.

I'll get it sorted tonight. I have a new playlist and booty shorts from the Bettie Page Store.

And so much more from New York, but my head's too full of things to extract the important stuff just for you. I have to manage my way through impossible little tunnels and pockets filled with what I want for dinner, when I'm going to work out, where I left my favorite boots. These things even I barely care about, which makes them worse than fluff.

Lately I wonder if this sort of writing is extinct. I remember 10 years ago how it seemed so novel. Everyone was confessing everything back then, but somehow we were Elite and it all felt Brand New.

Anymore, it's almost always only ever yelling into the Void. Without a topic other than myself and what I'm observing. Well. This is emotional masturbation.

But then. Why stop a thing when it feels so good?

There have been many People. 2 flights each way and I sprung for first class or whatever the kids are calling it these days. My seatmates were interesting on the Oakland legs, not so much between Salt Lake City and JFK. Also on the Saturday before I left I worked at a nightclub on the candy quality control line. Picking up that work again because of the new Jeep and my rent and the fact that I like collecting people like baseball cards.

And I have so many new cards to show you. Plus some old ones that I pulled out of their shoe boxes. Dusted them off and read their stats. They might be worth a trade in, or maybe worthy of a place on the mantel.

Or at least a pocket in the mantle.

We'll see, now won't we?