Notes from a Moleskin

So tired
with my eyes closed
of everything being decided
by someone else

Topanga 2009

Notes from a Moleskine

Now that the Lakers season is over, I've decided to sort of "revamp" my blog situation...Sure, I'll still comment on the Lakeshow and all of its drama, but for the most part, I've decided to introduce a blog more compatible with small cellular phones and even smaller attention spans... "Notes from a Moleskine" If you are not familiar with what a Moleskine is, just look at the picture- it's a noteboook. Over the years, I have been conjuring up some choice lines, stories, and poems mostly between drunk time and sleepy time, which make for some interesting sentences and observations. I hope you all dig what my brain has been exploding all over the universe for the past ten years. Here we go...


Where is a hammer when I need one? There are outfits to be punished and restaurants emitting strange smells. These shops and people should have a redesigned storefront of broken glass and teeth. On insurance applications, my occupation would read "Social Carpenter."

The LES, Manhattan September 2007