I mean really,
it's amazing that,
after years, years,
I am still single and my parents are still paying for my education instead of grandchildren.
Let's be frank.
I am a genius.
And it is 5:20am
and I've seen the best minds of my generation…
well, there are none.
If I were Jesus, I wouldn't bother trying to work towards salvation; too many apps for iPhones. Instead, there is a gas station in
Upstate New York
where the cigarettes are cheap
and the badly-dyed hair can't distract me from your pregnancy.
I used to think that Jerry Bear had it all wrong. I mean, poverty exists so can you really spend a day doing acid? But I don't do acid, and still, poverty, so why not?
I want to lick the leaves of trees.
Or at least smell wet dog in August.
I can do nothing.
you are still in debt and I am sorry. The nineties were different, really!
You were right, but too late.
It would have been this way regardless, but I know now why you didn't know that then.
And let's get some cookies from Vaccaro's on the way back from Little Italy.
Mom and I will eat most of them while you drive; not because we are hungry, but to spite you.
Almost 34 and still I wonder when the landlord will turn on the heat.
That it's a "privilege" still means that, for all of the billions spent on elections, on ads, on campaign flyers
and money spent on apps that might help me find my way home,