Today doesn't suck so bad. It is the first day of school and I was still able to get a seat on the express train. It was hard to get a train during the summer and it is even worst to get one with a bunch of kids that think they are grown. Well I thought it too at their age so I don't blame them. Anyway I got to work early as usual and nobody is really getting on my nerves yet. That by itself kicks ass.

I am really looking forward to synonymous on Wed. Here is the story. Jane Lecroy who lives where I work on the weekends, used to invite me to her Feature Performances, and I never got to go. I finally decided that I was going to go and I went by myself because the friend that was supposed to go with me flaked on me. It was cool. Her first feature was at the Bowery for synonymous. I got there about two hours early because I didn't want to get lost and I've never been in the neighborhood before. I found it and walked for a few hours. Then I went in 30 minutes before it was supposed to start and sat through the end of a performance of a gentleman named Markowitz or something while I waited; though I didn't pay any attention all. I had a few drinks and a smoke as I waited by myself. I remember being very nervous. I believe the first person who approached me was Elana Bell. She asked if I wanted to open mic. I was scared out of my ass and said that I just wanted to watch. The very Pregnant Jane walked in with Lazlo Mars Lecroy (still in her tummy), and her brother. Then she sat near me as I paid undivided attention to the starting show. My biggest treat was seeing the first performers, the first poets that I saw on a stage doing incredible things. It was Lynne and Elana. It was pure amazing work. That night I saw George McKibbens do something very interesting and disturbing. I loved it. That is also where I heard Mercy on the Battlefield for the very first time. Then Jane astonished me with her voice. I had no Idea that I would be such good friends with Oscar when I met him that night. What an amazing night it was. That night I told Oscar that he should read MOB in the corner of a stage with a subtle spotlight, while a couple acted out the poem in the middle of the stage. He didn't think it was such a hot idea at the time. Hey he just met me right. Well it was ironic, that that is what we did for the group piece version of the survivor slam at the Bowery. It was fun and sloppy because it was a surprise and we didn't rehearse it. It was fun though. Oscar read, Juan did la clave during the poem, and Jessica and I danced terribly. I was a bit too rough. Sorry Jess, it is late but I am still sorry. I still was a bunch of fun. Like a barrel of apes.

So anyway this Wed at synonymous, Jane will be there, and so will everyone else. It will be something special for me; it will be like commemorating one of the events that led to making me who I am now.
Isn't it grand? I love it. I really do. I was right yesterday. This is a cool Monday. It totally rocks so far. And so far, so good!