Summer's Back: What a Bitch

4 months later.
I'm back in California, single, no longer a smoker, unemployed and draining my brain with my anti-boredom tactics. I have summer resolutions that I keep failing, but then trying to make up. They are as follows:

-draw everyday (that's the one i don't always get to)
-make at least one full-fledged hand-drawn comic book
-read Leni by Steven Bach, learn a lot about Leni Riefenstahl from films, etc as well. Possibly make a comic about her.

That's it. Though I think getting a job goes without saying. I spent 3 hours walking around yesterday on the hunt and on Monday, I'll complete my rounds. I don't think job hunting on a weekend makes sense -the manager's probably not gonna be around anyway.

What I've been doing over the past months. Well, I've made a lot of lists. I'll share two.

5/6
My Months Away As Explained to Californians Who Don't Really Care
-I learned many things from people you've never heard of
-I hung out with, got drunk with, ate with and slept with people you'll never meet
-I love & lost someone I've hardly known a year whom you will never know
-I created artworks you will never see
-I laughed at jokes you will never get
-I discussed in detail thing you'll never care about
-I lost a teacher I never told you about when he was still alive
-I gained and lost friendships you never knew I had

5/2
Least Favorite Things
-forced conversation
-being the 3rd or 5th wheel
-being late/making people wait
-wasted time/effort/money
-when people say they'll call and don't
-typos
-Ronald Reagan worship
-intentional withholding of care/information
-people leaving without saying goodbye
-leaving voicemails
-being lied to
-people on line not moving when there's 4 feet or more between them and those in front of them

Since it's summer, maybe I'll actually keep this up.
'til next time...

Longgg Time

So it's been a serious while since I posted anything.
No, I didn't quit smoking. Shit happens, like moving into a house full of smokers in New York City on the day that's supposed to be your last day of smoking -a house full of smokers with a $5 a pack cigarette hook-up. I mean, what're you supposed to do?

Haven't really been writing much poetry lately, either. I dunno. I feel a bit washed up as of late. When's the last time I seriously made a piece of artwork? When's the last time I felt really inspired to?

I have an idea for a movie script or comic book or both, though. Sort of a New York subway version of Rattaouie, I guess, however that's spelled.

I guess I've been distracted or lazy or something. Often I just say, "fuck it- i'm just gonna watch some cartoons" or play zuma because i'm addicted.

Now that I'm writing this, i think my plan of action before the Twin Peaks evening will be to dye my hair & make some valentines or an art piece. that sounds good.

all right, then.
see ya!