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When every letter is sent from heaven.

So I'm sitting in a florida airport after a quick weekend visit. I think I'm here so early that I have 2 hrs before I board the plane. So to avoid the bored and plain I suppose a blog from the sidekick will have to sustain.

While I at one time and for a long time considered florida the worst place to reside, I must retract my sentiments. I had an amazing weekend. As usual, the smallest things are what mean the most to me and for sure they were in abundance the past two days.

Flew in late friday night/early saturday morning. The flight was the perfect blend of screaming children, hostile flight attendants, and obese fragrances from passangers who force you to share your seat with them. Although, I don't recall anyone paying part of my ticket. Honestly though, I can't ask for anything more than not to die in the sky. Mission accomplished, one way.

Jennifer picked me up and wisked me away to her apartment in the sky. Something heavenly anyways. The 9th floor is close enough. Every visit here makes me realize ill never buy a place in ny and it might not be worth it anyways. The great debate inside me continues. Culture & art, vs. Comfort and security. Years from now ill see where I end up. Her apartment shreds. I missed her little dogs stomping on my crotch as I sleep. Well, not really that aspect.

Early the next day my pops picked me up and brought my dog. Dogs are the best things ever created by the woman in the sky. Got to see my dad and mom. Far too short a trip. Atleast I was able to take my dog for a long walk and play w him for hours. Actually when he came into my room sunday morning jen couldn't believe how big he was. She kept saying how big his head was. I'll refreain from all the 'that's what she said' and 'in your face' comments. Anyways, he's 8/9 months old and still growing into the best dinosaur ever.

I was able to sort through all the vinyl (the prayers,finally punk,the vultures, etc) that has been collecting at my house. Good stuff. There was also a copy of wesley eisold's 'death beds' waiting for me. It's beautifully packaged and layed out. This amongst other things has surley stirred some motivation in me. New writings are under way and possibly quite different. Possibly not.

I got two tickets to go see morrisey at the hammerstein ballroom on october 26th. A friday. Anyone is welcome to buy the 2nd ticket. Though its pricey. I might just give it to someone. Who knows. Ill post about its availability later. I'm very excited though.

So much has changed, but mostly in me. Or I don't know why everything feels so different to me.

Ill be at lonewolf tattoo on longisland next sat. If anyone wants to roll through and say hello to me. It would be nice.

If you don't love yourself, no one will. And medication from behind the bathroom mirror will only take you so far as you drift to sleep in someone elses bed.

Anyways I'm staring out onto the runway watching other peoples lovers and enemies take flight and touch down. I wonder what I am to most who know me as I intend to do the same.

You are not forced to read even the shortest word, let alone this far. But I'll continue. Never checking for typos and spelling errors.

So apparently the gods of television care about the mortals who revel in stupidity. I am one them. New seasons or flavor of love and I love NY are on the way. Although whitney and I are on oppostie sides of the country, we might as well be sitting on the same couch when these shows start up.

I've got a week long vacation in 3 weeks. I might be right back here but ill get to see alot of great people next time.

My mind races and despite the desire to include even more boring and tedious details I'm going to read and watch people walk by while the universe rotates around them. Glad I've taken a seat on the outside. Just to sit and sample the seasons. I think I love it.
Good night, as I return to harlem. Xo

...the woman next to me has a child who keeps running up to me and smiling. He's cute. Kids seem great but I'm selfish and use condoms. And will continue to do so. For a very long time.

Oh, and my mom was being cute and watched UFC with me last night. Even she said hamil got robbed. I'm a bisping fan but that was fucking bullshit. Hamil owned that fight. Crooked fuckin refs. Boooooo


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