Thursday, August 17, 2006

Gas Station Bear Claw

I flew in to NY last night, to whom it may concern.















It took me a few minutes to remember where I live. It's actually just under that dried wad of gum.















It feels worse than it looks.















Indeed.















I slept like the baby jesus last night, having drowned my sorrows (or exhaustion, really) in a South American themed evening which consisted of Patron, Tecate, Ceviche and a failed attempt at watching Il Postino. I woke up at 1:30pm today. I have yet to find my pants. I may not leave the house today.

I'm going to go sniff out some tickets for Iron & Wine at McCarren pool tonight.

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