22 september 2009
Wind up drinking at Laguardia airport. Why not? This was today around 4 in the afternoon. Angelica was leaving the city, which is never recommended; no.
I ordered for her an Absolut Mandarin and tonic, Tanqueray and tonic for myself, and then she paid. This is how we live. The drinks were three [...]

12 september 2009
I hear Paul shouting. This happens a lot. I gave a him a 24-oz Coors Light to enjoy in the shower and a half hour later he’s bellowing. I’m trying to tranquilize myself on the Internet so I give him a gruff “Yo?” in a tone of impermeability. He figures he’ll open my [...]

8 september 2009
The monster has been put to bed. The draft is complete. It’s intelligible, it’s spell-checked, as of exactly twelve hours ago… 314 pages of infamy and shabbiness and psychic nudity, written for no clear reason and no good reason. I’m not sure anything’s justified by it. My hopes may have run too high. [...]