shake that eye's hand

I love catching up with old friends. Not “old” in that sense of the word. It’s like re-opening the hatch, or breathing in that crisp, fresh air after you’ve just dived. I love it. I need this more often.

Did you ever notice
HOW MUCH MORE MENACING AND THREATENING WORDS SEEM IN CAPITAL LETTERS? IT JUST GIVES OFF THE IMPRESSION THAT I’M PISSED. I COULD SAY ANYTHING; EXAMPLE “YOU LOOK NICE TODAY, DID YOU LOSE WEIGHT?” THE SIMPLE CHANGE IN ALLOGRAGH CHANGES THE WHOLE EMOTION OF THE MESSAGE. JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE.

How can it be that I can finish every book in a week at max., but the most stunning piece of literature I’ve ever read is still in the works.

As luck has it, I have been fortunate enough to be seated adjacently to the wing both time. In my opinion, it gives a better perspective of flight than say, being behind or in front of the wing. I get a certain thrill from watching the wing bob up and down, with the rudders jutting out every now and then, to steady the craft. This thrill comes from the idea that at any moment the wing could bend and snap, sending the plane spinning into certain death. I thoroughly analyzed every aspect of this odd scenerio. If a wing were to snap, I’d much rather have it snap on my side so that I would no be caught off guard by the sudden spiral. You then notice that airplanes no longer carry those gaudy seat phones, in-flight calls, for a price. It made me kind of sad, knowing that in the event of a terrorist hi-jacking, I would be left without an outlet to lament sorrowful good-byes and love yous’ to friends and family. Not that it would matter, I don’t remember most peoples telephone numbers. I of couse, would be able to use my cell-phone, but that doesn’t have the same glamour of the airplane phone. It is sick to find such things grande? No. To admit that it is? Very much so. In the end, you have no control over how glamorous your death is, so might as well submit to your sick fantasies. It’s just to bad you can’t converse about such things on an aircraft, less you be looked upon as a freak by all those around you. I say, if there is anywhere to talk about such things, it is on the plane. Conversing about it not going to make it happen any more than it would in the first place. Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, I just like morbid things. Maybe, I’d like to think I play a hand in what happens around me. I think we all’d like think that. It’s that goddamn magical thinking sneaking up on you again.

Pardons stranger, did you think I would forget about you? I’ve been quite busy lately with this whole east coasting situation. I hope you know that I miss you quite dearly and I wish you could be here. I might have gotten you a little gift, I hope you like it. It’s difficult not knowing what people like! By god, I’ve never been so indecisive. I’ve just recently realized that my little stint here has run short and I have but six days left in this humid town. I could go on, and on about my ventures but I am certain you are patient enough to wait ‘til I reach home base so I can tell face-tah-face. Alrighty, I just wanted to let you know that you are special to me and that I miss you.

No matter what anyone tells you, Time Square is overrated. Soho is where it is at.