Me and Teresa on the old MTA.

So New York. I had a great time in my old stomping grounds. I ate 7 maraschino cherries, got two pairs of shoes, was propositioned by real live men, and saw the Matthew Barney show at the Guggenheim. I also saw Franny and went to the Interpol show which was, in the words of a true Californian, freaking awesome. I didn't get the bobbing head dog for my car though, but I guess that's why god invented Ebay. Speaking of god, my birthday present from the heavens seemed to be the acute case of bronchitis that I came down with on 03-03-03. This was also a signal that perhaps it was time for me to give up the fags, as it were, so I have not had a cigarette in 11 days. Actually homosexuals will be harder to give up. Okay I don't know what else to say, I am sick, you know. Did you miss me?