Entered my usual Franklin Ave. subway stop on Saturday night en route to meet my friend Justin, aka shorty from indiana jones - token chinese american playboy, in the East Village after he got off work from a boutique clothing store. The stop was completely full of people - almost a party atmosphere, which does not ususally happen. As i rounded the corner of the platform I heard a girl shouting "Mister! Mister! In the grey shirt!" Remembering I was indeed wearing a grey sweatshirt, I turned looking for the voice's source. A young black girl and her two friends stood there, the vocal on beckoning me with her hand "I want to ask you something." Very hesitantly, I approached her. "I just wanted to tell you that you are the most amazing looking guy I have ever seen." As she said this her friends both rolled their eyes and let out huffs and I realized she probably did this kind of thing all the time. I gave a kind of - uh, thanks, right, whatever - "Do you have a girlfriend?", yes i told her. "Too bad. My name's Keisha(dont remember the actual name) and if you are ever looking for the real deal then look me up. Well, since it's my birthday I think I should at least get a hug.?" I reluctantly gave her the half hug, feeling a thousand eyes on my back of the people who had just overheard the ridiculous exchange. I felt very silly and uncomfortable and got out as quick as possible and ran to the other end of the platform, trying to blend in with a large group of people. Another strange subway incident indeed. Sometimes I find kids in Brooklyn to be so confident and not afraid to say the most random things to strangers.

Ended up meeting Justin after 10 on Ludlow street, at a burger joint. He wanted a drink so we walked in the direction of the Williamsburg Bridge and stopped at a place called Apolo Restaurant, about as opposite a hipster place as you could find. A Chinese sit-down restaurant next to the bridge featuring a bar. One corona and one becks = $6. Mostly local Latinos and some assorted CHinese patrons. Instead of taking the subway, we decided to walk the bridge since the party was just the other side. It was a brisk night with strong winds and a slight chill, but the walk was good. We found the loft party literally at the other end across from the Brooklyn HSBC temple building. It was a network of about 5 apartments, all neighbors, all huge, and all decorated very stylishly. One place had an enormous table of food and 3 dogs wandered about, one named Casio. Justin's friend's name is Lindsay, a young female painting student at Parson's from New Mexico. Her paintings were amazing.

Mostly the night consisted of standing around not talking to anyone except Justin, drinking and smoking. I had a good time but I really get tired of these parties where I dont know anyone. It gets old after doing the same thing for a few weekends. There was a 6'11 guy who danced his ass off, which provided a lot of entertainment, not so much cause he was tall but because of his intense energy. Dont get me wrong, I like to meet new people, but sometimes either you just get an overkill of new people in New York or you simply feel like hanging with people you know on the weekend. But hey, at least I was out of the house. Good times overall. Maybe I'm not getting old afterall....

Cinco de Mayo

!Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

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?Porque no?

Wake-up, eat, subway, sit, type click, eat, type click, subway, eat, sleep, wake-up, etc. ad infinitum....
The wonderous life of a corporate media lacky in all its glory. I can feel my chin slowly expanding towards my suprasternal notch. My buttocks, day by day, cover more of the surface area of my chair. My legs are atrophying and turning blue. Carpal tunnel syndrome has left me without the use of my wrists so in order to type I must keep my arms outstretched at all times. It was rather awkward at first, but now I am used to it. Although, things like eating, drinking and going to the potty still provide a constant challenge.

They have treated me well here in the factory, even clearing away some of the broken machine parts from under my desk for a bedspace. After finishing my daily work, I merely roll from my chair onto the floor and curl up in a ball in the nest of crumpled printer paper. The desk itself manages to block most of the flourescent lighting which is left on 24/7. Sometimes at night, when there is little sound, I meditate to the slight buzzing of the lights. I've done this for so long now that whenever I'm at the barber I fall asleep to the sound of the clippers as they shave my misshapen lump of a head.

Often I find things to eat behind the candy machines: bits of bread, old M&Ms, maybe a grape. Sometimes there are nickels and quarters back there, which I put away in my moneysock. One day, I will buy the object of my desire.......