I really need to start a real journal but for some reason I am not so good with those things. Here I can write but I can't write, say but not say. With a journal I would be able to write with no boundries. I don't know if I want to be without boundries. First Wed of the month, I guess that means that the poetry will be at the downtown Bronx cafe thing. Bronx Council of Arts.

Welcome to life, here are your choices, live, live, live or die. No matter how you live it, it will still end sooner or later. Today is today because it is today, and tomorrow will be today in less than 24 hours. Reality is a mother*******, and I aint as good as I wish I was. Not as strong either. Hell I'm just full of facades. Not too happy with myself all the time, and don't everyone take that as a sign of my upcoming departure from earth or anything like that. It is just what it is. Arnold Penner looks at me every day and says "Every day is a struggle". He says it with such anguish, yet he always appears to be happy, or at least super content. He is a self made millionare with many good genuine friends. His life isn't the best in the world but he is a generous, giving, caring, dirty-mouthed, wise old man. Prosaico tambien.
I wish I had more control over things, mainly me.

So Mike Cirelli convinced me to host a teen slam, in the Point. I want a general idea of advice since I have never hosted outside of an Indie series that has never been regular in a small apt in the Bronx. Speaking of that, in Feb or March it will happen and Patrick Rosal has agreed to be a future feature. We will work out all the quirks later, but be on the look out.
I coming out I guess. It was fun having two Sundays off but now I return to the building Sundays only. No more garbage, now shirt tie shoes and look cute, thats all. Oh and pick up a bag here and there. Hell I'll even catch a few cabs, but besides that its all about chatting, reading, and writing, and the park will still be right across the street. Lunch one day a week in Central Park is a grand idea. I guess i'll need it at times. It's my Under the Bridge. Lonely as I am, together we cry. Were is Dave Navarro to play the guitar when you need him? But unlike him I didn't draw any blood in the park or anything. Nope never had that monkey on my back. I am babeling online, which comes from the word Babel, which is the biblical city that was trying to build the tower to reach god, when he confused all of them and gave them different languages as to prevent them from communicating. Nobody understood eachother, so when someone is speak bullshit we say babeling. Or at least that is what I think, I have no idea for sure. Nope none at all, but it makes sense to me anyway. I'm too lazy to google it right now so if someone does, please let me know if I am correct or not at all. Anyway when someone is babeling online, it should be called something else. Web log = Blog, online babeling = babel-bloging?

Who knows and who cares for that matter. Life's tough at this moment, I gotta find a lighter way.