Today’s soundtrack: the fitness institute is for the general motor man
Today at 2:02am: Dodging a clumsy drunk on St. Mark’s


It’s 5:20am, I should be asleep. What else is new.

Seiji’s crashing here now. He’s a funny kid, one of those rare cats who makes me laugh until well after the joke is over.

Fuck, Wendy’s gonna be over here in four hours with a camera crew and I’m sure to be bleary-eyed. Not to mention incoherent. Said she needs to shoot me “interacting” with people. I hope by “interacting” she means “choking” because I’m not much fun in the mornings. I really hope she wants to make a documentary about me strangling her sound guy.

We’re plotting a surprise b-day party for Mike the Photographer, he’s turning 30 and right about to blow the fuck up. After he landed the Maybelline gig he jetted off for Tokyo, and it looks like he might be getting Estee Lauder Japan. Fucking A, man.

All of us are psyched for Mike. See all of us know what it’s like to be flat-on-your-ass broke--goddamn we’ve been broke--but out of all of us, Mike was the brokest. I mean this motherfucker used to go to bars with a flask. Holy shit we were poor.

Wait a sec...I still am poor.

Do I curse too much? Dunno why I’ve become conscious of my pottymouth lately. Am I becoming sensitized? Perhaps I need to recalibrate. Mothershitassfuckbitch. There we go.

It’s funny--Seiji’s lived in Philadelphia, Tokyo and London, but this is his first time living in New York and it’s actually got him in awe. It’s some funny shit seeing this cosmopolitan bastard get all bent out of shape because crackheads stepped to him at Port Authority. I’ve dropped my girlfriend off at Port Authority and she can handle it.

The town has gotten to Seiji in other ways as well; he’s already coming home soused and rambling on about kooky get-rich-quick schemes he cooked up on the subway. I’ll write it off and say it’s the whiskey talking.

Right now he and my roommate are conked out while I sit here typing this with headphones on, listening to Elvis Costello singing “Opportunity.” Good track. This is a good song to walk through Port Authority ignoring crackheads to.