So you want to be a writer?

We won’t delve into the moral turpitude of the situation, but suffice it to say, the dance party of four in the sixty-three wall was off, how do you say, the hizzy. Documentation is available upon request.

So spring break has finally arrived. This means that lounging is now sanctioned and pleasantness will surround. The city of millions, will be veritably empty for me.

One day I may finally wake up but until then the lucidity of this existence will still be continually enjoyed. I’ll have a bunch of free time this week but I’ll have to be creative, since the funds situation is less than ideal; the translation for the aforementioned means that I’ll probably be writing a significant amount more—for both the blog and the slow progressing novel. Did I mention that the self-destructive narcissism of Huff should be enjoyed by all?

If you want to watch a bizarre movie, The Loss of Sexual Innocence is for you. It is not particularly titillating or risqué as the title suggests, but more of a bizarre mash-up of Genesis and modernity intermixed with a silent historical self-analysis—definitely bizarre.

Big fan of the blood oranges, I am.