February 22nd 2013
email from me
By the way…
Thanks for that big fuzzy faux fur coat. It’s kept me quite warm this winter. Far more so than the squishy winter coat that looks like a giant garbage bag like everyone else has.
Warm AND stylish!
February 23rd 2013
email from Stefan
Ohyeah. I forget about that one. Good, I’m glad you’re getting use out of it. It’s been a hell of a season to test it’s comfort. I helped a old man walk to his car with grocery bags the other night when it hit 2 degrees with the windchill. The poor guy was frozen and just, standing in the street, as if he was in shock from the numbness and burning pain of freezing flesh ya get in your earlobes & finger tips. Anyway, I carried his shit, let him hold my arm and gave him my scarf (which was fine, because it was a four dollar black scarf that was the only one I didn’t care to part with). People can refuse that the weather is getting more extreme, and pretend a few degrees in weather is nothing to be worried about….but it’s comin’ for us either way. Poor guy. What’s so hard about just keeping an extra coat or scarf in your car? People just don’t think, and when they do….it leans towards the “I don’t even feel it” ridiculous jock type kid that expects the world to assume he’s the 6 million dollar man.
I love the cold (provided there’s no wind, it’s one of the most pleasant sites…new fallen snow on a lit night in a cemetery blah blah…ya’ know)…), but if I’m out there in minimal clothing…it’d be a quick indication I’m high, or just ran and am sweating….. Not because I’m tough.
Anyway….I’m at my mom’s going through shit with her…(you find some funny things going through a young male ex airforce pilot’s stuff from when he was taken in and protected by the Chinese and Indians in Burma. Pictures of nude woman (which isn’t surprising)….but then. After cleaning off a few pieces of what looked like acetone, I found the negatives to them & a few others. He did a little photography out there…there’s also some rad nazi metal badge insignia thinsgs…. I bet some people would really want these. I like them historically obviously. Anyway….I’m overtired, fuckin’ whacked & babbling….glad the coat is workin’ out. And I haven’t listening to that J. Stewart thing yet. I may have heard it before. I’ll let ya know when I hear it it.
email from me
Oh man! Nazi flotsam and jetsom! Gosh. That’s awesome. I’m jealous.
In other news, seems I’ve landed the spot as being a BDSM performance artist’s personal photographer. Though she’s seen none of my photographs, I think.
Holy shit, I need to get out of my apartment. I’m wondering if I go to social services and I tell them my roommate smokes and I have health issues if they’d do something or give me more money or find me some magical Section 8 vouchers.
I’m a bit loopy at the moment. I finally got pain killers again. I’d not had a prescription since months before I moved out from Aunt Mary’s. I had enough old pills squirrelled away that I lasted over a year. It’s been a while. They’re starting me on Nucynta and Tramadol. Eh. It’s better than nothing. Hopefully i can sleep through the pain now. Really, I need a bed that isn’t inflatable. My right side has been in pain all day.
To avoid becoming prey, I’ve had to lie and tell the artist I’m photographing that after my time in Detroit, Songe was considering “collaring” me as his slave. The artist is very excited about this. Songe is in no way interested in actually doing such a thing, but at least it takes me off the menu.
Sometimes I think that’s what I need, though.
I hate how often I think “God, I just need to find someone who can take care of me.”
But the people can, won’t… and the people who want to, can’t.
Tuesday… scarey big doctor testing appointment.
oh gosh. must lay down.