that time of year

I don't know what happened to me this summer but it feels as though all my words have been put through a vacuum. I think, what I realized is, is that there's simply too much in the world that profoundly impacts me ever be able to explain any of it with words that seem to make less and less sense the more I use them.

But something tells me that this will be a good year... the house is sunny and spacious and I’m dying to see everyone and their faces full of teeth and get busy with my real life again.

evening on the north coast

Today I signed some papers in NY with my parents for a car.. it was terrific we celebrated with ginger beers in the old Ford listening to reggae and buying jerk chicken like it was 1997 in Patterson. I rolled the windows down, cool air and all, watching the Throgs Neck blink and then not blink and then blink again. Thinking I don't deserve so many good things happening in just one lifetime.