heavy boots

there is a mountain of boxes in front of me. my life in san francisco. it's all just sitting here. waiting. for something.

i'm nervous that once i start to open them that things will really begin to change. i'm not sure i'm ready yet. when are you coming to visit?

babies

i found this while cleaning out the old apartment.

look at how fresh and young we look here. we were babies back then.

first week in NY. yes, i got towed. total you ask? $260.

new local

we christened my new local bar last night - recognize the place?

note to self: they pour very strong drinks, which can be a bad thing on a school night.

last night i met a dog named puff daddy, but tonight:

homeless guy #1 on a stoop: (vigorously shakes his head)

homeless guy #2 on a crate next to homeless guy #1: get outta hea you ol miserable bastard, your urine smells. i'm sickaya. your urine smells.

homeless guy #3 (leaning to the right): ah shut the fuck up ya ol prick. YOUR fuckin urine smells.

homeless guy #2: get outta hea before i knock your teeth out.

homeless guy #1: he ain't even got any teef.

santa and trees and me in a hoodie

it's christmas time in ny. and for once it really feels like it. the hoodie i wore today just isn't going to cut it anymore.

hip kids.

looks like all the cool kids in your new city read this blog.

but i'm more a fan of this one.

also, please promise me you won't become a brooklyn hipster, ok?