or: how i learned to stop worrying and love the white space.
my mind is going. i can feel it. i can feel it. my mind is going. there is no question about it.
it’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
fate had determined that he should leave none of his race behind him, and that he should finish his life poor, lonely and childless.
all work and no play makes kurt a dull boy.
(i’m keeping it together by listening to this song on repeat)
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let me start with a little back information: we have neighbors in our building that we hang out with from time to time. they are a couple. they live together, but are not married yet. they moved to nyc less than a year ago. when we hang out with them, we usually we go out for dinner and/or drinks. they have always seemed like a happy couple. the last time we hung out with them, the guy told us that he was buying a ring and would be proposing soon. they are very nice neighbors to have, we do favors for each other, they have keys to our apt. we have established that kind of neighborly trust and reliability.
tonight i saw something i wish i hadn’t. we had gone out (without them) and had come home. it was about 2:30 am and i took the dog out. i was in front of the building more or less and saw a cab stop across the street. i walked further away from the building at this point, but was nonchalantly watching people around, walking. 2 people exited the cab, a guy and a girl. the guy proceeded to pick the girl up and swing her around on his shoulder playfully. the girl laughed and i caught a glimpse of her face, it was the neighbor. only the guy she was with was not the guy she lives with. he then picked her up again and she straddled him while he stood there and they made out for awhile. i wasn’t sure if she had seen me at this point, so i walked further away from the building. i waited a few minutes and then walked back near the front of our building. i saw them still in the lobby fumbling with the keys, they were obviously pretty intoxicated. as i turned back, not wanting to be seen, she turned around and i know she saw me. she knows my dog if she wasn’t sure it was me, so i’m pretty sure she knew it was me.
i paced a bit more with the dog, and then finally came back into the building. the elevator showed that it was indeed on her floor, so it was most definitely her. or else she has an identical twin sister. as i write this, they are the floor above me and i am hearing movement and thumps on the floor.
this puts me in a very awkward situation. i have just witnessed my neighbor being unfaithful to her boyfriend that she lives with. what makes it even worse is that i know he was planning to propose to her. drama, drama, drama. i’ll try to keep posting on any future events regarding this. if you have any advice or comments, please feel free to drop me a line. i have no idea what to say when i see her again. i will most likely act like nothing happened, but i know she is going to feel like shit in the morning, when the reality kicks in that i saw her in action.
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so we returned from VA today. amazing how fast it is now to get from RVA to NYC and back now that jetblue is flying cheap flights and competing companies prices are coming down as well. took some pics, saw some peeps.
i was just informed by tripp that my pics were not showing up in firefox and IE, so im now going back to correct them. so if you’ve been reading this crap i write on here, and you’re interested in seeing some of the crap i draw/illustrate, then you might want to check back on the last few posts, starting with ‘rainbow brite and her minions’.
so i went to megs apt to pick up the dog today, and as i was coming out, getting ready to hit the turnstile, i see 3 black guys who like pretty ragged. homeless i assume. they are standing right inside the turnstile on the train side and the MTA booth is about 30 feet from them. there is a guy in the booth, but i myself didn’t see him until i went thru the turnstile and looked to my left.
so as I am passing these 3 guys standing in a semi circle with their belongings strewn around them on the ground, i nonchalantly observe their conversation and actions. it goes a little something like this:
guy 1: has hand in fritos bag, is eating fritos.
guy 2: standing there talking to guy 3.
guy 3: says ‘man, this shit is bunk.’
this is when i notice that guy 3 has a crack pipe in his hand, and this is the ‘shit’ that he is referring to.
i keep walking, go thru the turnstile, notice the oblivious MTA employee in the booth, and i walk up the stairs to the street. this was at the 14th/6th ave station in NYC.
this was the only moment where i considered for a minute those ads you see and hear everywhere, ‘if you see something, say something’. i definitely saw something, but was it worth saying anything? i decided not. i just didn’t feel like it would make any difference. these guys were trying to get high. they weren’t bothering anyone else, and they weren’t hurting anyone. yes, what they were doing was illegal, but I’m somewhat of an anarchist, so i didn’t really feel like it was my place to go rat on some homeless guys. after all, if i had said something, what would have happened? they might have gone to jail for a night, where they would have a bed for the night, then back on the street to get high again.
whatever. its good to be home again. new york definitely feels like home now. richmond definitely does not. i can only take it in small doses really. 3 days and then after that i start to suffocate. i hope im not starting to sound like some snobby new yorker, but i think there is something about the whole south that really just grates on my nerves. sorry, no art today. more later.
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im at megs apt right now because she is watching our dog this weekend. what a nice thing for her to do.
going to richmond for 3 days to see family. meg says that tripp should add comments on here (i agree) so that she can post here in her own way.
no artwork to post today, but soon. meg is ordering pizza, a small sausage pie from johns of bleeker st, cuz its da bomb.
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