On becoming a native new yorker - from cosmos to cabs. Wednesday, September 2, 2009. But as soon as I arrived in New York, I immediately felt uncomfortable. I mean, people look GOOD here. They put thought and purpose into their sense of style. Their ambition bleeds from their tapered wrists, waistlines and cuffs.

These street festivals never have enough port-o-john toilets. Why should I stand be standing in line with a bunch of ugly people when the day is wasting? I pull down my little jock strap, whip out big jimmy and the twins and take a deep breath, thank god we have some relief! This is when I look up and I realize my Darwin moment, I have decided to pee on a police truck full of cops.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010. I have forgotten what you meant to me. You are stripped from my vocabulary. Your name will never cross my lips again. I made that covenant deep inside of me. I just took you outta my life. Just like a bag of fucking dirty laundry. Your attention was a pariah. Sucking the very life from me. I let you come back too many times. And get the best of me. Falling back into your arms. Was like falling into a world of anxiety.