I’m not a huge Pink fan, not since one of my best mates Tony and I used to drive around back in ’99 listening to a There You Go cassette-single in my ’87 Volkswagon Rabbit drop top over and over singing as loud as our lungs would let us after a few Garcia Vegas. Continue reading
I don’t know very many other Writers. I am fortunate to have met a few here and there in the great expanse of Internet land, but in all honesty I can count on one hand how many I’ve met in person. And even then, it’s been a five minute encounter of ‘Oh you like to write? Yeah… me too.’ Continue reading
Having lived overseas for seven years with no visit to the states during this period exceeding four weeks, I am excitedly curious about what the trip will bring. I remember the days when the Jerry Springer show was something I could accept and when I really didn’t feel that American culture was loud. Continue reading
Since I’m leaving so soon, I’ve been catching up with friends over the past few days. My catch up yesterday involved vodka, guava, and guaranas ; a fully clothed river dip; and the reassurance that only your mates can offer. Continue reading
After being blown off today by yet another sublet prospect, my new plan is to stay at a backpackers joint while I’m in town. Since I’ve got so much family (or ‘rellies’ for my Aussie mates) located in a close proximity of the city … I shall bounce in between their abodes and a hostile on the Upper West Side during my voyage to get something popping as Writer Extraordinaire.
And to all the suckers that blew me off after bathing me in empty promises of a roof and walls… you SUCK! I hope whoever moves in with you always leaves dishes in the sink and never cleans the bathroom. Oh yeah and I hope they don’t pay the rent on the time either! AND I hope they have really bad b.o.
I wonder if I’ll meet any hot Europeans at the hostile? I’ve never actually stayed at a backpacker place before but I worked near one in Brisbane that consistently spilt hot South American chicks in frayed shorts out onto the busy, otherwise corporate looking sidewalks.
Here’s to meeting a new mob of international party people in the middle of New York City!! I wonder how many languages I’ll learn to say ‘Publish Me!’ in?