The PRR has finally escaped from New York, like the Kurt Russel movie minus the eye patch.  He'll be lounging at his  apartment with a different perspective of the hell that is Manhattan.  Brooklyn, how sweet it is indeed.

    
 House part there on May 5th.  All readers are invited email for details.

EhhhHH!?

    Do do do da do do do da

   Ugh.  I fucked up this canvas I was playing with. I should have planned it out... Randomness wasn't part of my method for this piece.

   Damn that Madonna song for coming on while I was doing it.

    Tearin off tights with my teeth. RAAWWRRRR 

   Wanted

    I'm in need of an intern. Duties include recording everything I say on both tape and paper, cleaning my apartment, figuring out how long it is going to take for me to run a marathon without actually running it.  Proficiency in being a human being is a must, experience with Microsoft Office and Final Cut is a plus!   Please email me your resume.
 

    There really isn't enough time in the day.

    I get home at 1:30 am and I look at myself in the bathroom mirror for about 2 solid minutes.  Then I wash my face and look at myself.  I question myself, almost like an interrogation.  I'm just here.  In front of this computer toiling over my thoughts for the day.  There is still so much to record, so much to mull over.

   There won't be any sleep tonight.  I'm saying this as the tea kettle on my stove is screaming on the stove top. Jasmine China green tea (caffeine).  The only thing I ate today was an egg.  The egg was actually sitting on my refrigerator rack, his comrades from the dozen had been used and tossed out.  Poor egg, I think I took him at of his misery.

   No, there is too much to be done and said and I don't have the time or energy to do it all but tonight I'll try.

   My mind is racing its like my own personal hell that I need to free myself from.  I need to get this on paper before it envelopes me and destroys me. Its such a painful thing to try and describe; thoughts eating away at you.  I would never wish this on anyone, its terrible.  A terrible feeling.

   I just heard a fly buzz by my head... the damn window was open.  Well maybe I will have some company tonight.
 

Are watching you!!!

    D.A.R.E 

    I was young, naive, and was in awe of the world around me.  The fourth grade was a crazy time.  That was when I was
My Prize introduced to something called D.A.R.E. (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) an international education program that seeks to prevent use of illegal drugs, membership in gangs, and violent behavior.  After a few visits from local law enforcement agents we were assigned the task of writing an essay explaining why we would never do drugs and how they could harm our future, destroy relationships with our family and friends, and ultimately destroy us. 

    Well... I was young and my heart was an open book, I use to say life and let life.  I wrote an essay. I wrote a fucking jewel the antithesis of Hunter S. Thompson.  Out of about 300 young minds like me my essay was chosen to be read in front of parents, police, teachers and comrades.  I was young and thrilled.  I demonstrated to my community that I understood drugs were evil and would lead to no good.  How I wish I had a copy of that essay so I could post it on this blog.  I received a medal and a stuffed animal for my prose.

    Now here I am.  D.A.R.E. failed me.  However I did find the stuffed animal at home and he will sleep next to me tonight. 

    I know where treasure is waiting for me!  Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain.

    I've officially liquidated my bank account.  My balance as of 4:30pm on April 28, 2008 is $1.23 according to Chase.  Plastic payday here I come.

 Time to toss out the Metrocard and tune up my ride.  New York City Bike Month starts May 1st.  I love biking around the city it's like playing a video game with only one credit.

I encourage everyone to hop on a bike and enjoy the city with pedals.  It is thrilling and you feel free as a bird.