Mean Rubber

Photo by Alex E. Proimos

It’s such a shame there are so many homeless populating the streets of NYC- well, for them. I look at it as free entertainment while I wait for my late-night train home. While the masturbating Chinese she-he with pigtails and red scrunchies entertains the N line and the toothless, pole-dancing, old black man entertains the W, my heart belongs to another. It was a warm summer night and I was exhausted and patiently waiting for the train.

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Photo by fergusonphotography

It was a mere two years ago that I was enrolled in a state university. Although I could punt a medium sized animal farther than the distance between my parents’ house and the campus, I was legitimately making attempts to grow the fuck up.

I survived one year. Consider that claim lightly stated. No more than five days stood between each panic attack and I spent the equivalent amount of time at home as I had when, well.. when I lived there my whole life previous.

Upon erratically informing my parents I was moving to New York City they smirked and bid me farewell. Read more…

Photo by Tory

Much like most of humanity, I’d like to think I am ultimately of some value. The optimist in me finds joy in assuring myself that when it comes down to the simplest of terms, I am indeed fantastic, at the least likeable. As for my peers, it seems when someone isn’t interested in their supposed eminent lovability they immediately assume is it a malfunction on the other person’s part; the other must be damaged, incapable of achieving such an emotion. Considering my recent love affairs include being deserted for a married woman, getting a double yeast infection then being deserted and flying a man across the country to see me…to then be deserted- I am starting to develop the suspicion that I am possibly the common factor, the incapable.

Then last week, while I  finally wasn’t searching for it… Read more…