August 2011
5 posts
jada
And I am standing on top of the Hollymont Apartment building squinting across the mottled rooftops toward the Griffith Observatory. According to local legend John Lennon kept rooms here during his brief separation from Yoko Ono, but I’m not up here looking for his ghost or anything, I’m looking for my sunglasses which probably fell out here last night while I was going down on Jada. She’d had one...
got him
Guy on the bus, my age, 25, holding this brown crayon baby saying to his presumably wife with the cheap folded stroller, “I mean let em, all these rubberneckers, look, I’ll just throw the little guy out the window, actually you’re the ones so pissed I’ll let you do it. No, but seriously, like I was saying there’s 15 people in the whole world you could put on a list and if we kill’d them,...
the good life
June 2010
It strikes me that someday we’ll probably have more money, we’ll be more important at our jobs and to a greater number of people etc., but I’ll bet you when that time comes we’ll only want to sit around and remember this one.
Maybe you have to entertain the possibility that you got what you wanted - your little outpost on the last coast of the continent where you...
“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.” – EH
I think that writing is a muscle
I think that writing is a muscle, and I believe in momentum. I believe that best way to write is by not stopping to examine or judge, but just kind of going on knowing the next word until the thing disconnects itself. The first girl I ever loved sent me a letter once from North Carolina that said you had to start writing from the middle - from the part you really knew and could see - and work your...