I skipped Joe Fusco at the Asylum tonight because I was just not feeling up to it. Feeling very medicated, very sedated.

I hate my absence from things.

I have ideas about what to say about a lot of stuff in my life, but I can’t seem to put words around it. Sad excuse for a poet, eh?

It’s like the whole world seems suffused with a sweet pain these days — a feeling of the last days, so live them well.

More tomorrow, when I’m coherent. Sorry for this.

Three things I am wearing right now
1 – t shirt
2 – shorts
3 – silver earring

Three things on my desk
1 – WWII Navy fighting knife (I was researching its value)
2 – Nunzilla
3 – wireless router

Three things I want to do before I die
1 – Go back to Europe
2 – move to NYC
3 – get off medications (fat chance)

Three ways to describe my personality
1 – scattered
2 – reclusive
3 – arrogant

Three bad things about my personality
1 – easily angered
2 – I keep anger bottled up
3 – don’t deal well with conflict

Three good things about my personality
1 – creative
2 – funny
3 – down deep, caring

Parts of my heritage
1 – Mescalero Apache
2 – Italian
3 – Massachusetts

Three places I want to go to
1 – West Africa
2 – Russia
3 – San Francisco

Three nicknames I had/have
1 – Tony
2 – Orbit
3 – Downtown

Three screen names I had/have
1 – chyslerpoet
2 – chrysler77
3 – penitente

Three people I miss
1 – Julie
2 – Terry
3 – Tara