I used to watch Norm on Weekend Update every Saturday night as a kid. I’ve seen pretty much everything he’s ever made or been in since. Norm was a comedic genius who had no equal . . . truly one of God’s own prototypes. He was and still is a huge inspiration to me. I’ve been genuinely upset the last few days knowing that he’s gone now. Rest in peace brother.

a lot of the things i liked about my life and which made my life worth living are gone now. i’m not really sure what a person is supposed to do when that happens. i keep getting that strange facsimile / photocopy feeling whenever i do things i’ve always done . . . like i’m just performing an empty ritual out of habit alone. it sure doesn’t make you feel good to realize that about yourself

i have to say, it is pretty incredible that the 1% have not only made poor people hate themselves, but they’ve also made poor people hate other poor people. talk about a supreme victory for whatever utterly psychotic and horrifying endgame they’re working on behind the scenes while the rest of us peasants eat each other. bravo i guess!

listen: if you think you’re anything other than cannon fodder to the people in charge, it is a failure of your imagination. we are fish food. what a misery.

I went to New York City a few days before I returned to California. I had not been back to New York since before the pandemic began. I stayed with Monty near Ridgewood, and slept in our friend Noah’s bed while he was away in LA. And I managed to see Melody, Molly, Katie, and dear Tracey . . . who is soon to be a published novelist! I ate pizza and noodles and sat in parks and went to bars with my friends, and walked about ten miles a day. It was a good ol time.

The day I left, there was a big hurricane, Hurricane Ida, on its way to the coast. I took a bus from Hudson Yards down to DC just hours before it started to pour. The bus was freezing. On the New Jersey turnpike I felt exhausted and sad. I had not had that much human interaction in probably six months or more, and leaving it again made me feel rotten as hell.

I’ll be back soon enough . . . but for now I am in Northern California, where pretty much everyone I know lives, and I reckon I feel all right again. Tomorrow I will finally have an apartment, and then I can get a desk and a couch and a TV, and so on, and invite people over. Lord! It has been so long since I have been able to do that. . . .

Well: good-night! ☆彡

I was out walking one night last week, and I passed a yard and happened to glance over at it. In the shadows beyond the glow of the streetlight I saw three male deer lying in a perfect triangular pattern on the grass as if posed. I took these pictures. I used a long exposure, but in real life they were more difficult to see. I stood there on the street and watched them and they silently watched me too. By my reckoning I stood there for five solid minutes and none of us made any movement.

Truth is, I was a little stoned. So after I got down the street a bit, and being prone to such paranoia, I wondered if I had hallucinated them, and considered also that maybe they had been plastic lawn decorations. I could have sworn I saw them slightly turn their heads as I moved on, but then I couldn’t be sure. I figured I’d take the same path home and see if they were still there by the time I got back.

I returned about two hours later, and sure enough they were gone. For a lonely moment I had a delusion that maybe I really had imagined them, but then I remembered that I had photographic evidence to the contrary, and supposed that maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.

Well: I felt as though I had gazed into a secret world. Sometimes you get lucky and just so happen to bear witness to such a thing. It is not something you can ever anticipate happening, and when it does happen you get a surreal and dreamlike sort of feeling. They were no threat to me, and they knew I was no threat to them. We were just four dudes hanging out at night. It was cool little pocket of time. I’m glad I got to experience it with them.

we sure are having a difficult time sharing this planet huh lol

My friend BEX came to visit me before I left the East Coast. We got Thai food and drove around drinking coffee at night. In the morning, she drove me to DC where I hopped on a bus to New York City just days before the hurricane hit.

She says she will come stay with me in California in October. Seeya then, punk!!

katie and monty and me on monty’s bookshelf

i love my friends~