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| Art school insider I shave less. If I shave more I'll use more water from the tap and shaving cream from an aerosol can.
I write more. Which, perhaps, kills my greenness because I print more pages and use more ink. I've written a pretty good script that, in two weeks, I'm shooting on 16 mm film. It's called Dimitri and the Metro Players. If you want, I'll email you a copy.
Slowly I heal; I can sit with out pain. But sleeping is hard. So is running more than one step and pushing kids on swings. | | |
| Pain, jobs Later I'll try to post my xrays. Usually when people get hit by trucks they die. But I didn't. Instead I have pain and swelling, which, I suppose, could be worse than death. I had pain in the neck and back; normal areas to have pain. But since something is pinched in this old cuerpo it's spread to my left elbow and some organs. Gross.
In other, less interesting news, I've been hired to direct THREE commercials for Bull Street Baptist. | | |
| The man next to me was smoking marijuana. All I cared for was my spicy gyro and fries. Judging by his expressions, he seemed to be having some internal dialogue. The joint slowly shrunk. Then I looked at my food and realized it was more comfort than sustenance. Perhaps his weed was comfort. He finishes the joint and pulls another from a box in his pocket. Now it too is shrinking and smoke rolls from his nose.
I have artists to read about. Most of them were miserable. They are praised for their creations and processes.
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| Today I...was called eye candy by a woman in the chiropractor's waiting room. Upon leaving she bade the staff farewell.
"Good by all you beautiful people. Thank you."
This is when she noticed me, "Oh, and you too. So cute. Eye candy."
Thank you.
Happy birthday to Justin Prawat. Twenty-one. | | |
| Charity Case I had been without money for a while. A week I think. With great hunger I bought shark meat. Pretty good compared to cereal.
The man who struck me with his truck is taking me to the chiropractor this week or next. The dull pains faded and were replaced by sharp pains on the left side of my neck, back, and hips. I've been grabbing my neck out of habit whenever the pain strikes. It's like Harry Potter and his lightning scar.
My hair looking windswept after a late night ride from Lucas Theatre where Chi-Town's Second City, an improv comedy troupe, performed. It was free, of course. | | |
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