boerum st bk 11206

can swoon come out and smoke a bowl?

selfportraits by samuel wagstaff

keith haring by shepard fairey for aids walk 2010
from a photo by patrick mcmullan

south bk 31 dec 2009
fucking younger a lot younger

The fact is, in many ways, I hadn't planned to make it to this age. I think of my past as if it were some exquisite antique knife. You can use it to defend yourself or slit your own throat. But you can't just keep it mounted on some wall. I can no longer allow the past, however, to interpret my future. Not dying young can be a dilemma.

Such notions, I see now, are an indulgence. I inhabit a different body now. Each day, it seems, another self wakes up and heats the coffee. I can distinguish, even gauge, the passage from a disturbed youth to a disturbed adult by the subtle aggressiveness in my anxiety..

So, having lived, it seems only proper to begin keeping track again, to record the flux of each self, and weigh the shifting landscape of the city. I've given much of myself to feed its insatiable, tick-ridden underbelly, and I expect the use of its character, without threats or intimidation, in return. If you haven't died by an age thought predetermined by the timing of your abuses and excesses, then what else is left but to begin another diary?

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p 2, Forced Entries: the Downtown Diaries
r i p james dennis carroll, 1 august 1949 - 11 september 2009

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stinkfish via wooster

all other entries are in the directory. some questions are answered at return the ring.