........reading michelle tea's "the chelsea whistle" which is fuckin good, a childhood memoir of dirty new england streets.

........i was walking around times square last night with my headphones on and everything was so cinematic. old couples dancing in the street, little kids dragging dirty toys behind them, old men watching young women.

........i decided to write stories about smith's songs. girl afraid, that's an easy one. reel around the fountain. some girls are bigger than others. but then they're all so sad. or at least that's what i get. and i told myself i was going to stop writing sad stories.

........so maybe i should write stories about sex pistols songs instead.