WRITINGS

The Heartburn That Kept Me From Going



The next day I heard on the news that the plane had motor troubles. It crash landed inside the bermuda triangle. Not the resort, but the abysmal trap. The same area where Amelia Earhart lost her wallet and her soul. It's not reported if there were any survivors.

I never can doubt pain. Not after news like that. Heartburn will never be a nuisance again.
What had happened was I ate too many spicy peppers. I was sitting at lunch with my lovely mistress. She was taunting me for not being a man, for not telling my wife about her. I told her I'm more like a wildebeest and she thought I was more like a cockroach. I huffed out a lump of air and grabbed my balls, I said to her "Only a man can eat these peppers".
"Oh, please" she said "We both know you take prilosec."

I do, guys. I do have a bad case of acid reflux disease. But this was the only known heroism I could pull in a posh restaurant only celebs go to.

To retort, I mention to her, "Well, you're not as pretty as you think".
She tells me, "Listen here fatman, eat them peppers and I'll walk out of this restaurant".
She gave me a serious look and I gave her a smile.

I love her very much, so much. The plane I needed to catch didn't seem very necessary to board. My wife's calls went straight to voicemail. She was waiting for me. It was her plane to catch.

"Tell your wife about me." she said.
instead, I gobbled down the peppers and in 10 minutes I was in hell.
"Well, this is great. I'm leaving" she says.
Leave, leave I don't care." I said as I cringed with knives through my heart.
The plane I needed to catch still didn't seem very necessary to board.
They say, a person can't be in love if he's got a toothache. Well fuck that shit!
I'm left without the two important women in of my life.

WRITINGS

Never Be Late



You stumble out of a bar and walk along the sidewalk, knowing where you will go. You look down to your watch and tap it once, drunkenly walking down the sidewalk toward the darkness of the night and faint pink tone that covers it.

You walk and walk through trees, grass and snow until you arrive at the train tracks.
You look around to see if anyone arrived. then you look down at the watch and tap it once.
You decide to sit down in the snow. As time passes you lay down in the snow. You tilt your head toward the arm with the watch and you take a look. Again you tap the watch only one time. You move your head to the left, to the right, looking if someone arrived. Who could it be? You look up to the moon. It feels like words want to come out of your mouth. But they don't.

You nap. Just a quick one but long enough to catch the break of day. As you wake up to the break of day, you stand up tall and stare towards the crack between night and morning. You look at the light seeping through.

The sun has come up. You smile at the sight of the sun. You look down to your watch and tap it three times, still smiling. The sun becomes too bright, You shield your face with your hand. You turn your back to the sun and put your hands into your pockets. You kick a rock on the ground. Then another rock gets kicked out of the way. You pause for a moment.

At last, all we can see is the blue sky.

You think, "I arrived so I could remember something, but
The only thing on my mind was a remark my friend made. She asked me if I ever wanted to scream at the moon."

PLUG (Alice Lancaster's blog)

GO HERE IF YOU ARE BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLUG (Kristie Muller)

BALLER

she recently moved out here to new york and i havent even gotten to hang out with her.
here's her blog and it has a bunch more photos there that you wont see on her flickr.



but here is some (of my favs) of her photos!!!

 i went over board again but i really love her images. there's something very subtlely attractive about these photos that everytime i come back to them i say "ahhhhh, oh right..."

LOCAL UPDATE 12/21

i'm at home in crown point. it's been a few days of break but i want to go back to school already. i've started to realize the only thing i can stand talking about with people around me (in new york) is theatre. it makes sense though. i've had troubles with getting more writings done. but i have been watching movies on netflix that i "should" have seen already, because it's easier. i mailed my stuff out to my friends! see, i'm just a little slow. i might have some new things to show you soon. right now i'm waiting to go to arizona to enjoy warmer weather and to finally skate a little bit before heading back to new york. see you soon.

WRITINGS

BITS


GIRL and BOY are sitting at a table with food on their plates. They are eating.

GIRL: I want to stay here. I think I have a calling.
BOY: Well, I’m not sure what to do. Did you ever think about leaving?
G: No, I’m staying put, I’m staying here.
B: Right, but still, have you ever thought of going someplace else?
G: Where?
B: But have you ever thought-
G: I don’t know.
B: are you so sure you want to stay?
(pause)
B: Come with me to Portugal.
G: uh, no… I don’t think so.
B: Why not?
G: Can I tell you a something?
B: Yes.
G: I was walking upstairs from the subway earlier today, when it hit me. I had a revelation. I was walking upstairs while everyone was walking downstairs. I was on the right hand side but people were in my way. It didn’t seem like I was in their’s… people were walking down on both sides of the staircase. I felt like I was in the way. But why? Do you understand?
B: I’m not sure I do.
G: See, this is what I mean.
B: What?
G: You don’t understand.
B: That’s where you’re wrong. I do understand. Us, both of us, aren’t from here. Things are confusing-
G: There’s the question of what is right. Was I wrong?
B: No. You are confused and so am I. You see, this is why I like you.
G: You relate to me?
B: I see your pain. I do! Don’t you feel alone?
G: How can you feel alone when there are 8 million people around you?
B: That’s not my point. No. Listen to me. I want to help you. Come with me to Portugal.
G: I have no calling there.
B: How are you so sure?
G: What is this? Do you love me?
B: I don’t know. But I feel your pain. I relate to you. I think we need to stick together. Because I’ve already smelt your perfume. I’ve tasted it in my mouth.
G: What are you saying?
B: I want to help you. I want to be here for you. I can see that you need help.
G: I don’t really. (smiles)
B: Then why haven’t you left?
G: Do you want me to?
B: I don’t know you very well.
G: I don’t know you as well.
B: Well, tell me about it. Will you?
G: No. I’d like to keep it to myself.
B: Ah Shit! You’re not making this any easier.
G: Why do you think I need help?! Stop thinking because I’m a girl in the city I need some man’s help.
(pause)
G: Why are we even here? Why has it come to this?
B: we’re straying away from details.
G: (laughs) What’s so funny.
B: I’m not smiling.
(pause)
G: I want to breathe.
B: I want to help you.
G: Stalemate.
(pause)
B: I should go. You’re not doing me any good.
G: Wait a moment. Will you wait a moment?
B: I want to help you.
G: I don’t take hand outs.
B: What is the meaning of this?
G: You’re not going anywhere, I know it.
B stands.
(pause)
B: I want to sit back down, but I will only if I hear you say so.
(pause)
B: You’re breaking my heart.
B starts walking away.
G: You’re not leaving me are you? You’re NOT leaving me!
GIRL holds a plate of food in her hands. She stands up. All the contents in the plate run off the plate and onto the ground.
B: I’m going for a smoke…