Today is Halloween Eve.

In honor of the above mentioned date, I figured I’d bless the limited and loyal readership with an update of sorts.

Basically, nothing has changed. I’m still out in Brooklyn, living in a small room, albeit for free, amongst the hipsters and their fabulous overpriced angst. Truth be told, the other day, I wore a zip up sweatshirt over a hoodie—if only I could afford the expensive jeans, I might be as cool as them.

Work on my literary masterpiece has ground to a halt over the last week. Between working, looking for a job, working as a doorman, working as a barback, and indulging in my beverage hobby—I’m finding very little time to sit down at the ‘puter and put fingers to keys. I will get back to it.

Please do not ask about bar results. When they arrive, I promise to let everyone know—for better or for worse.

The bad side to being a bar-fly: having to listen to self-impressed drunks.