been a while, yes?

I may be making some changes and start posting again...i'll keep things posted.

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.

Tis what it is all about…

For those that care, here is the update.

The hustle is in full effect. As you may have read, I am, homeless. Luckily I have some very kind friends who have taken me in, fed me, and kept me thoroughly imbibed. I am thankful to all of them.

I still really do not have a job. I work and get paid just enough to eat each week. This is not by choice. I daily dutifully send out curriculum vitae’s, cover letters, writing samples, and the like. So far, nothing much has come of it.

I moved out of the fat pad 10 days ago. Until today, I was resting my head on a friend’s couch on the Upper West Side. Grateful though I am, my body let me know it was time to go—my head no longer turns left.

Timing has lately been a real bitch but it worked out for the best this time. I received a call a few days ago from a friend I had not seen is some time. She’d heard of my plight and informed me that she had an extra room at her place. So here I am, sitting at her kitchen table, writing. Live and direct from Williamsburg. That is right; I left the island and am now officially in Brooklyn. Who knows how long this good grace will last but right now it feels great. I can finally inflate my mattress.

--10/09/2006

Head's up/request

My run at the current pad is up and I have to move. My building was kind enough to not renew our lease and re-let the apartment for $1k more a month than we were paying. If anybody knows anyone that has a place to live in NYC (sans Staten Island, the Bronx, or Queens) or is looking for a roommate, let me know. I guess that leaves me with either Manhattan or Bklyn.

I looked up today only to notice my own eyebrows.

Today is officially one month since; I think my recovery is going well. I’m sure that around November I will relapse.

In the time since anything of substance has been posted much has changed and yet much remains the same. I am at the moment listening to the remnants of my music collection—shuffle is an interesting option on any music type player thing: NIN, Brahms, and Beth Orton— who knows what will be next.

I took the NYS bar exam, I have a house guest, I have traversed the country only to come back and in my constant state of repose I ponder the next move. Presently I know that first I must secure gainful employment, secondly I must get on getting on, and from there it is anybody’s guess.

In the vein of securing gainful employment I was surprised to be rejected based on my resume/curriculum vitae alone the other day, apparently I am now overqualified or overeducated for some positions now. One day this mountain of debt will surely all be worth it.

If you’re still reading, let me know, as everything is currently in the process of being reevaluated.

Best.

my man...

Ask Him About His Glass Eye

Man: You know, there was this electric wheelchair woman, she saw the bus coming and like, zipped right in front of us so we couldn't get on.
Bus driver: Yeah man, they're fast, those electric ones.
Man: Yeah.
Bus driver: And vicious.

--M15 bus downtown

via Overheard in New York, Jun 22, 2006

The Manifestation of Mutual Consent

Yes, it is just that much fun. If anyone still reads this, know this, I miss this. Hope all is well with all.

As for me? Ask and you shall know at only your own peril. This is hard.

r.