Me and Cazwell

Me and Cazwell

Me and Amanda Lepore

Me talking to Ladyfag about writing or something at Big Top.

Me and Dean (dnallbrttn). Dean took me to this vegan asian fusion soul food place called Red Bamboo that was exquisite and had scary convincing faux-meat dishes, then he showed me some hot spots in Manhattan where we roved with his friends for a while and bar-hopped until 3 a.m (Pieces, Stonewall, Big Top, DILF). Nearly everything in my body hurts, but I had fun. It was other-worldly. Thanks Dean.

Flatiron Building

I made it to Brooklyn (Greenpoint). This is the view from the place I’m staying at, which has roof access. I didn’t get here til 2 am because I barred it up in Philly until 11 with my pals Eric, Seamus and Dan. The New Jersey Turnpike had construction and traffic (like every highway in America right now). I couldn’t get in touch with Lawrence, who’s loft I’m staying in, because he’s in France and was having phone issues, but I showed up to the brick/industrial looking loft building and found an envelope in the mailbox that said “Rob Wolfsham” in big letters and inside were keys. I climbed up four flights of stairs and went to straight to sleep in my bed. The bed is up in the ceiling and requires climbing a slide to get to. That was fun while exhausted with highway hypnosis and my backpack.

I woke up this morning around 10 and found a beautiful, built, golden long-haired man sitting in the kitchen/living area in a tight black v-neck. A giant movie camera sat on the bar counter and he was typing on a laptop. I slid down the slide and said hi and introduced myself and he introduced himself as Dario with a thick (Italian?) accent and said Lawrence gave him the biography of me from airbnb.com (the room renting site I used). “You are a writer,” Dario said smiling.

havinghorns, skeetshoot, daysrunaway, while we were prowling Philly, I had a blast guys, thanks.