Days To Myself

Hey, champs- So I haven't been to work since Halloween (You'll find one photo from Halloween below, with no explanation... just take it for what it is). No, I didn't get fired- not yet, anyway. I'd taken days off to accompany Roommate on a trip to Middle America, but she ended up taking a heartfelt journey of self-discovery all by herself, which is totally fine with me. I've just been hanging out, spending some time on Long Island, spending some time working on some writing projects, seeing some great theatre, and eating really good pizza with Leigh. So it's been heavenly, actually. Since work has been so busy, it was nice to just spend some time collecting myself. After all, we all need to be comforted now and again.

But get this, though. Since I've been spending a lot of time out and about in my neighborhood in the middle of workdays, I've noticed something: Fort Greene is a literal hotbed of eccentric old men. And I don't mean, like, bums or vagrants of a degenerate nature. There are, like, old retired gentlemen of leisure who spend their days sitting on stoops, drinking coffee, yelling nonsensical things at passersby. It's really the least-threatening thing ever, and in fact it's really charming. I think I might like to become one of these older gentlemen. (Except they have no teeth, and I'd like to skip that part.) But they're so cool! I considered joining them on the benches outside the Chinese laundry to, I imagine, discuss the urgent matters of the day.

This is an acheiveable, sane goal, right? I can't tell anymore. Nobody should let me stay in an apartment by myself for five straight days. I get all up in my own head.

Here's the promised photo:
Insane, isn't it? I love trannies.

XOXO,
Kevin.