summer is here in new york.
i have been writing a lot of childhood memoirs lately maybe because i just finished reading a sedaris book. all my outrageous stories either have to do with sex or drugs. why are they such funny topics? i don't even know if the stories are that outlandish. hmm... i really need to talk to you about my last trips to brazil and england huh...
ate like a king again yesterday. had lunch at the spotted pig followed by second lunch at philippe chow and then at din, filthy and i split a turkey club. it would be a dream life to just walk around new york trying new eats at these fine food places if it weren't for this cumbersome lumbersome pain in the ass foot i gotta lug everywheres. but y'know...
s'aight.
i thought writing everyday would excercise myself as a muscle and things wouuld just magically pop up into my head to write about.
guess not!
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