Called the Doctor, Woke Him Up. Just a quick note on how we live in the fucking future. I just uploaded a couple scripts for the comic to a Google Drive folder that I share with Darrell. So, basically, I took something that I wrote and sent it. To my friend who then read it while I watched. Literally, on his livestream. On which, I might add, I was watching him as he drew the strip. Posted in Regular Old Blogpost.

A search for the director Moshe Guez and his lost feature film, The Angel was a Devil. A Rear Window thanks to my mother. Was within a walking distance from my house, Esther. So I went to see Rear Windo.

In all the wrong places. Lördag, mars 31, 2018. J ämförelsevis tyst utanför fönstret. Planen idag består av långläsning i sängen och en sen brunch. Måndag, mars 26, 2018. Vår i New York 2018. På altanen i morse förångades andedräkten av kylan. Men på eftermiddagen hade vårsolen värmt upp så pass att jag inte längre kunde bära mössa. Och Central Park var fyllt av vårtecken. Solens reflektion i höghusens fönster förp.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010. Driving my deer-battered Hyundai through the mini-mountains of Kerrville, Texas, on a daily basis was how I earned my living back in 2003. It was the best use of my MA degree at the time. And went back to the car, opened up my Big Book and scrawled the number of A. A few weeks ago I related that story to my sponsor in AA.