QUIDDITY

I suppose proper protocol is to post those totally cool, sexy Halloween party photos from a night of debauchery and exploits. Fine, whatever. I’ll get around to it in a minute. In the meantime I have one or two things to say that are of mild importance.

The sample chapters are in the mail, finding their way into the arms of editors who I know will not treat it with kid gloves. I fully expect phone calls saying, “you no talent ass clown. you fucking piece of shit!” And then I will breathe a sigh of relief, because my neuroses and my constant state of frustration will not have been for naught.

I made plans to take a drive down to Savannah, Georgia next week. I’ll be gone for a week. If I like it enough I’m going to try and find a way to live there for a month or two while I work on some writing and whatnot. It’s either that or sublet a place on the west coast, but that would actually cost money. Either way, plans started forming. Literary genius faces were also tossed around.

So, yeah. This weekend. Went to Jersey City. Dressed in a brown hoodie and dubbed my costume “a sad sack of shit.” Made it my business to look like a retard in as many photographs as possible. My barometer for success was whether or not I would make a memorable impression. Searching through the photo-index to find my photos were under “name forgotten.jpg” answered that question rather depressingly (while simultaneously being god damned hilarious!)

Here’s the science:

Humping the back of Dave’s head.