In no particular order:Dream Interpretation Hubcaps Stealing Hubcaps Grammar Toddlers Teaching Writing Knuckle Popping Loving Strong Strong Loving Sound Waves My Mother Your Mother Your Greasy Grandma Tetherball Crocodile Tears Achilles's Gayness Sexy Ladies Friendly Ghosts
People who are less healthy than I am. I can haunt them in a friendly way... it's very therapeutic.And people that are healthier than I am. I can haunt them in an unfriendly way.
Whatever You Like Is Cool... except Southern Minstrel Jargon Rap
Seven Samurai, Dreams, Brother From Another Planet, Putney Swope, Space Is The Place, Zardoz, Apocalypse Now, Down By Law, Blue Velvet, Hotel Rwanda, Serpico, Bullit, The Outlaw Josey Wales, The Hustler, Cotton Comes To Harlem, The Blues Brothers, Throne Of Blood, Watership Down,
Shows where real people reveal their fantastically raw insecurities and borderline autistics are ridiculed for trying to sing. And Project Runway. And all tha well written HBO stuff that everyone loves. Except for Sex and the City. That shit is torture.
I'm in my home office right now. There's three bookshelfs full. That means I'm well read. That's why I keep them around. I don't sctually read them. My apartment is a set for a made up character. One shelf... Katzanzakis( my peoples), Graham Greene(3rd world tourist), Philip K Dick(genius), Jhumpa Lahiri (overrated), Derek Walcott(3rd World Genius), Piri Thomas(Good For The Kids), Dante (Glanced At Them), History Of Spanish Civil War, Life Of Nate Shaw, Tolkein (All Of It.., Even the Simarillion), Hunter S Thompson (entertaining), Biography of Kahlil Gibran, Zora Neal Hurston (Always Teach Her), Field Guides To Birds and Mammals (From Extra Nerdy Stage in 4th Grade), Tao Te Ching, M Scott Momaday, Nellie Rosario (My chess buddy), Irvine Welsh (A Fabulous Sicko), Malcolm X For Beginners, Kundera (The Master), Anyway... you get the idea. Just know that if you like David Sedaris we can never sleep together...
You are my hero. Let me tell you why. When I was a kid I rode the city bus to and from school every day. I stared out at all the old cats and their brown bag coner loving. I made up stories about you. How we fell in love and understood each other. How you kept your shit together despite the ever building evidence that people were petty and ignorant. That things were inherently flawed. But you still told jokes and smiled more than most... you still went about being better than most folks and didn't ask for much. So you're my hero. There... I said it. And you're sexy too. You know that right?