Having A Coke With You

Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonneor being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yogurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as stillas solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frickwhich thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase orat a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sankor for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefullyas the horseit seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experiencewhich is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it.



I cannot say how much I actually love this poem. It’s brilliancy shockes the hell out of me.


Perfect word to describe my studying habits these past couple days. I don’t think I’ve ever studied this much since I’ve been in college. But I’m sure I’ll say this next semester and the semester after that.

But whatever.


Fantasy 5

So today, a customer came in and handed me a stack of Lotto, Powerball and Fantasy 5 tickets. I remembered him because I’m the one who sold him all of those tickets.

I gradually run through all his tickets, him ocassionally winning a free ticket here and there. Finally we get to his Fantasy 5 ticket, which has 10 panels of numbers on it. I scan it through and it tells me that his winnings are over 600 dollars and he will have to go to Tallahassee to claim his money. Now I’ve seen some $1000 winners before. So this wasn’t a surprise.

He asked me how much he won and I told him I’d figure it out. It wasn’t too long until I remembered that Fantasy 5 winnings are odd. Because you either win a free ticket, a two digit number, a three digit number or a huge jackpot.

Now the three digit winnings for last night was only $112. That was when I realized that he has won the jackpot. This customer just gave me a ticket to put through that just won $193,000 dollars.

Now you would think that he would have been excited…which he was, but not really.

The point of this story? Well I’m just hoping he didn’t forget who sold him the ticket, haha.


So I’m making another attempt to write a book. I know I can do it, I just need to find my niche when it comes to a storyline. I’ve began writing and so far I’m liking it. We’ll see how this goes. I would like to finish it by the end of this summer, aka before school starts.

I’m excited but I hope I can do it. We’ll see.