(top) 2007. I used to go to the nursing home every week and play bingo.
(bottom) circa 2005. lindsay (left) and I (right). old friend, i am dead to her and she to me.
EDIT: the thing about lindsay isnt true i know she still cares


it feels strange to look through my old photos, they feel like they are from another lifetime.
it;s a good exercise, though it doesn't help much with my attempts of sobriety.

getting chemicals from santa fe sent to me this week, should be up and running
I'm making use of my time these days
i had my gallbladder taken out last weekend.

new ink

a face says

my prints from santa fe came in, finally.
moving to new orleans with alex in january.
need to travel- got that ramblin' itch

i wish i was

i really miss being jack neiman's neighbor

FIN

klopse bit me today she's never done that before. i am addicted to life cereal and ice-cold soy milk. 6 bowls and counting today alone..

birthday eve

The rest from that seres should be getting in from Santa Fe next week. When i see them again i think it's going to kind of feel like digging up a dead lover after months of only having a memory of their face. Maybe i won't flake out this time and actually try and get together some kind of show. i used to think those images were so calming and beautiful, but now that I've snapped out of that i think I'll see them for what they were all along.

enough of that though..





Klopse and i will enjoy the remainder of the afternoon numbed out and jaded. Then i will eat indian food with my family. I always eat indian food on my birthday, i say it brings me luck. vegan soulfood.

Of all the things to miss in all the places i have lived in the past three years, i miss this wall, my santa fe dorm room wall, the most.

cheers to 21, and may i see it more often.

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