Today’s soundtrack:
I’m sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be

Today at 9:02pm: Snoozin’.


My little brother came into town on Friday. I guess he’s not so little anymore, he’s 28 and still physically larger than me. We’re total opposites besides. He lives out west, in one of those square-shaped states that has mountains. Kid’s a musician and he tends bar for a living.

Anyways this motherfucker can drink. Apparently he drank Handsome under the table last night.

You know what’s a good fucking song? “Spread Your Wings” by Queen. I was pretty pissed when Freddie Mercury died.

I feel like I never get to sleep in anymore. This morning I had to get up early to take Bro back to LaGuardia. He was only in town for four days, two with the ‘rents, I see the guy like every other year.

After dropping him off I blazed back across the BQE, hoping I’d make it back home in time to still cash in on my sleepiness. It didn’t happen. Got back to my apartment wide awake, packed up some shit and headed up to The Corporation to bang out some work I’m backed up on. What a loser Sunday.

But it was a winner Saturday. Last night my brother and I got some chow with Handsome Dan, Mars, Mrs. Mars, Eggtart and James, whom Dan assures me has some form of Tourette’s Syndrome.

Afterwards we hit Karma, which I’m growing to love because it’s the only Manhattan bar I can think of that’s dead on weekends. (I hate crowds almost as much as I hate you.) They lay down background house at a reasonable volume and you can always get a couch.

We killed a few hours there before getting a second dinner at Stingy’s, which is always worthwhile, then I headed home because it was 2am and my thoughts were elsewhere. The rest of the group headed to another bar, where they apparently admired my brother’s liver.

While I was in Stingy’s, Businessgirl had left me a message from Boston, what a sweetie. A few weeks ago she even called me while I was doing that college gig in Pittsburgh. I chatted with her on my freezing walk back to the apartment. Life takes place at 2 in the morning on a sidewalk.

The worst thing happened on the train today. I was riding back from The Corporation and the six was pretty packed. These five Chinese immigrants got on. I had my headphones on and couldn’t hear well but I think they were speaking Fukienese. Anyways money sitting right across from me breaks out the nailclippers and starts clipping his shit, so loud I could hear SNIK, SNIK, SNIK over the music.

He’s brushing fingernails off his lap onto the floor and it’s fucking gross. I wanted to be like “Yo money you can’t be doing that shit in the train, that’s not how we do it here” but I can’t speak Fukienese. I got up to stand by the door so I didn’t have to look at it.

In between tracks I overheard this white hipster couple next to me like “Oh my god is that guy clipping his nails? That’s so disgusting” and they went on and on.

I guess if I was a good communicator I could gently convince the Chinese guy to stop that shit, then pleasantly explain to the hipsters how he comes from a different culture, etc. Instead I just wanted to fucking punch all involved parties. I just wanted to rock knots, blacken eyes and get off at Union Square and switch to the five with bloody knuckles and a clear conscience.

I need to spend more time at Hapkido to tamp down my vitriol.

I fell asleep dumb early today, around 8p ‘cause I was exhausted. I was awakened at 11p by the sounds of voices in my kitchen. I recognized one as Shady and the other as Shady’s friend Crazy S., which meant there was currently a loaded gun in my apartment.

Crazy S. is a local Chinese cat, a sick martial artist and he carries an NYPD-issued Glock. He’s got a badge floating around somewhere too. Shady’s got friends from all over, that’s why he’s Shady.