ShagmoorLounge

September 25, 2005

Greetings from New York. Well, Brooklyn to be exact. Getting around with a full cast on your leg is kind of a bitch here in New York. But not as much of a bitch as Goth Boy's mom. No wonder he's a voluntary orphan. I've met both his parents now and I'm totally surprised he didn't abort himself at like six weeks. Some fucking people should just never have any relationships at all. His mom is like 60 or something and she thinks she's the hottest. She was flirting with me but I gave her the stone cold killa.

We picked up some cool shit here. We went to see some people I used to know from art school. They've got this sweet warehouse they've turned into lofts. We went to a party there the last two nights. When Goth wakes up from his nap we're meeting with one more prospective client and then it's party time again. We went to the Cloisters museum yesterday. It was cool, but not enough to see for me. My wife would have loved it. There were all kinds of wedding people walking around and getting their pics taken. Goth and I kept trying to get into their pictures, but they weren't into it.

We're heading home on Wednesday. What should I bring my wife? I should get her something at H&M because we don't have any on the West coast. I'll make Goth go tomorrow. He needs to get his chick something so she doesn't bitch me out. We'll go trolling for vinyl again tomorrow, too. I feel the need to get a new tat. I saw some shops that look legit. I'll start sketching it. I should get one for Goth. He needs a little something on the back of his neck. I want one on my leg. Right where they busted me and then opened me up. I don't know yet what I'll get. Something to remind me.

The Shadow knows 4:44 PM
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