Today’s soundtrack: oh, honey baby that’s a dead end
Today at 12:02am: metaphorically speaking, you are going to pay a lot for this muffler


I seek a connection with a woman, complete and total two-way understanding interspersed with good chow and what laughs are to be had.

In the absence of that, I seek corporal pleasures. Meaning sex. Sex of course runs the gamut from lovemaking to hardcore pound-fucking, and I’m down for any of it, but it is the wideness of this range that frightens women. That’s what I believe anyway.

In the absence of sex, when that fear of dying alone hits with profound impact I wouldn’t mind just making out with some chick in a bar. Not just any chick, but some chick.

That last sentiment, if spoken aloud and misconstrued, can really turn a woman off. Ironic, huh.

This is what I feel right now, so I write it. I am curious to see if I will feel this way next week. Whether I do or don’t, the subways will keep running, people will keep waking up in the mornings and going to work, and heading to bars afterwards to drink their faces off, and taxis will hurtle down the block towards the end of the day and all the weeks thereafter.

In this city, there are some connections that are easy to make. Namely, the six to the five at Union fucking Square.