After night fell, the smell of rose water. Of old perfume. Mixing with smoke and Bourbon. Young men with southern accents dressing like old men, ordering milk and cookies. And old men carrying tubas in the street as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They say, "Hey baby" and smile. Women with hips and boyish-figured feminine women in ( Read more... )

I got a new credit card in the mail today and although that may seem like the crass American notion of progress, it's more than that for me ( Read more... )

God damn I'm going to miss you. But I'm not going to show it as much because I want things to be easier on you. Ok? Ok!

In other news, go see The Savages toute suite! It is brutal and beautiful.
 

After an extremely long day barely able to stand, walking at a snail's pace, grunting with every muscle contraction and bone bend, I've decided I am both looking forward to, and mildly hesitant of, my elderly years to come ( Read more... )