I used to be a romantic person. Now I am cold and empty. I look about me at kids on the train with family and lovers dozing with their heads on each other. The longer this lasts, the colder I will get. I don't even have a booty call, just exes who call me to tell me that they think they are dying of some extraneous disease. My life consists of ( Read more... )

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I'm sorry.

Do you remember the excitement of opening presents on Christmas morning with your dad and mom grinning over you? I don't, which doesn't mean it didn't happen; it just means the memory isn't there. I've blocked it out ( Read more... )

I went to bed at 8pm and woke up at 8am for the first time in what seems like half a decade. Pretty soon here, I'm going to have to get up, go get a cup of piping joe and some breakfast. I start my first day of training today at 6pm. The job is in the Atlantic/Pacific terminal where I used to catch the LIRR such a very long time ago. My ( Read more... )

Shit, abject poverty has turned me into a horribly miserly, miserable being over the course of the last 10 months. I start my job in 2 days. After that, I intend to get my balls back. Go out and have a drink or 1,000, fuck something, write something, read something, rediscover what it's like to have free time and a little cash to burn, take ( Read more... )

Songs I've written this week ( Read more... )

A Journal Entry Scrawled In My Notebook On Tuesday Night at Three Jolly Pigeons ( Read more... )

I am sometimes too ambitious, it causes me to never finish anything of any substantial worth. I am currently 10 songs (and 3 unfinished) into a full length. I need to get a job and buy a decent condenser mic, then start recording guitar/cello/piano/drums myself. Afterward, I will take the bus to Boston and then the train to RI where Sheila and I ( Read more... )

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives ( Read more... )