Twentysomething

I'm deathly worried for Candice and Mom and Dad in Houston.  The eye is expected to make landfall some time late this week, and reports are showing that the Category 4 is going to get only stronger as it churns through the Gulf.

Had some drinks with Stellargirl Sunday afternoon in the East Village.  Such a transient city!  Although I'm sad that she'll be leaving NY soon for the confines of all that is great and good (Philadelphia), I'm also ecstatic that she's burrowing her

Categories are now up on the sidebar. Oh, and I have to note that this blog is semi-fictional so if I'm writing and somehow you are mentioned, don't take it as truth.  It's fictional because it's filtered through my addled brain.

I will die tonight A little death can't hurt much A lump you say, Mom So I may need to give my parents some money so Mom can have surgery to remove a growth in her throat.  And Dad may need to cut a bad part of his

We're driving down the S. American coast.  Chilean coast, to be exact.  The sea is a gray blue concoction on the right hand side (since we're driving south south south to the tip of this brooding continent) and the slate gray sky is punctuated by burst of yolky yellow sun though the blooming clouds.

We pass each other East to west and west to east A brush with what if