soundtrack . . .

i would call it an uncanny landing. sitting on the stoop of last spring in jamaica, new york on 146th st. i took the LIRR from flatbush avenue. Destination: April, 2007. Roundtrip. $12.50 because its rush hour. thank you very much mister. Something good is going to happen to you today. i cant get the beat out of my head. and i dont want to . i dont waannt to. something good is going to happen to you today. to me? im still waiting. it's 7:45 pm and the daylight is dwindling. I'm still waiting. but then again, i never was very romantic.

it is spring break and i painted a picture today. I painted a picture of what it was, what it is, and what it will be. perhaps. Spring break in brooklyn is playing ball for the first time since september because im old and retired. iced coffee in the morning and presidente on my stoop in the evening. im an old soul and i like to be alone. so fuck you. and i mean that in the best possible way. i look pissed because i am. i think life is ugly. dreams are better. but i love ugly. and everything is more beautiful with a good soundtrack.

if you like what you see you will smile. i laugh alone when i am walking down the street because i am lost inside my head. lost in April 2007. on 146th street in jamaica, new york. on that brick stoop with the red front door and the doorbell that needs to be pushed twice. maybe I'll try knocking. no one is home. or at least not the person i was hoping to find. back into the dollar cab because i forgot my metro card. but the dollar cab costs two. life is funny that way.

so it goes..

so..i swear I'm not completely crazy. I feel like making sense today.

I write for a hunter publication called Plateau Magazine. it features underground music artists throughout new york city. if you havent seen it around campus and it sounds like something you might want to read, look at, contribute to, or cut up for arts and crafts then ask me for a copy because i have a small stack left of the most recent issue.... i recently interviewed a hip-hop/dance/punk group called Ninjasonik for the next issue. check them out at myspace.com/ninjasonik. they are strangely different, somewhat silly, yet incredibly relevant. a killer combination. very cool individuals.

I am a bartender looking for a job. if you know anyone who is hiring please hit me up. i make a mean Alabama Slammer..

my brother emailed me the other day and asked me a great question. he simply asked "what happens when you lose your balance?" a little confused with the question, i said, you fall down... which i thought is a good answer. most people might agree...when you lose your balance, you fall. But in his response he asked me why do people think negatively and assume that when you lose your balance you fall? why cant you regain your balance and remain standing. that blew my mind!! he is a true philosopher and i love it. he asks me shit like this all the time. he is 15.

i literally and randomly bumped into this girl i know on 3rd ave. in manhattan today. i am ridiculously in love with this girl and she knows it. but she is in love with an asshole who used to be a model... so it goes.

Today was a beautiful day. and it seems to be giving way to a pleasant evening. The End.