Its so easy to forget i have a webpage when i visit NYC. I get so caught up in ripping and running , and all the rest, that i dont have time to sit down at the computer and plop down a thought whenever it strikes me. Actually the novelty of NYC has worn off for me. Theres only so many big buildings and shopping plazas you can see , before its all the same. Its just another place to me now, although its a place i like to be. Feels like home. In actuality i was supposed to be gone last Friday, but you only get one chance to be young and impulsive (irresponsible), so i decided to stay for a little while. I've already quit my old job, and the new one hasnt called me to start yet, so it works out for the best.

I actually had an entry documenting the whole half week in vivid detail, but it got eaten by a power outage, thus im sure some of the content got lost in the recesses of my mind over the last 24 hours. It will probably resurface at the most inoppurtune time im sure. Vivid detail probably wouldnt be the best choice of words there either. Most of it was pretty elusive and vague. Its my backlash against dropping the business in internet text form, just waiting for someone to pick it up months later and use it to incriminate me. Chat logs, webpages, and saved emails have been the downfall of many a person, and surely the trend will continue. Its not that im paranoid, (or maybe it its) its that these days, my "net" circle, and my real life circle are pretty much one in the same, which means anyone that has access to my personal thoughts here, probably knows me in real life, and thus can ask me questions about who i was talking about, or what i did etc. While im sure some people dont mind, for me its annoying... It deprives me of the right to insult and demean someone in private without them knowing about it, and hey lets face it, thats a right we are all entitiled to. That probably sounds rather two-faced, or what have you, but lets be realistic - who among us NEVER has anything to say about anyone else? In fact im willing to bet that PLENTY has been said about me , and done to me while i had my back turned. Lets see how long before the stabbing begins.

With all that out of the way, It has been the defininition of hectic around here, so much so that i can barely remember what i did the first few days of my being here. Friday was the day of H's party, but there was no time at all to relax, as her brother had just gotten in town midway through the afternoon. Theres something to be said for the awkwardness of going to a strip club with your girls big brother. We're both grown men and everything, its just that you never know what someone may be thinking of your behavior, especially with their baby sister involved. A few apple Martinis erased whatever doubt i might have had about the situation. Its much easier to be hospitable when liquor is flowing through your veins. The actual quality of the girls was forgettable, and i spend more of the night watching the game than i did watching asses shake, at least the ones on stage. Thats more of a product of me having been there numerous times , than anything else.The titty bar isnt a spot i can hang at on a weekly basis. Me giving away my hard-earned cash loses its novelty awful quickly, and hell that applies to the females i go home with, much less the ones i dont.

Saturday I was supposed to snap some pics for a model site H is doing in the very near future (yes yes ya'll...the infamous does photography too), and since H's brother was in town, i could tell it was going to be one of those long days again. We ended up going down to Penn Station to meet Tima, actually the best friend of my legal consultant Q.

*see what i mean about circles inter-mingling?*

It was Timas birthday, so we went down to the Village, for food and drinks. By the time we finished drinking and actin up, it was damn near 11pm, and the odds of getting those pictures out of the way, were looking like slim and none. Once back to the Bronx it was midnight,and i was drunk. I have a decent eye for photos, but not when they're glazed over with the "alcohol stare." The alcohol stare gets you two things in life - laid or locked up. I didnt get either on this particular day. Luckily we got a phone call rescheduling for the next day. I figured midnight was just WAY too late to be shooting pics, half naked or not...

(here in the entertainment business, we call that foreshadowing folks.)

Sunday rolled around , and again another run and gun day was on the agenda, since a.)it WAS the day i was supposed to leave, and b.) we had to take H's brother to the train station, and see him off. Honestly hanging with him wasnt as stressful as i anticipated it would be. I didnt think it would be stressful, because hes a bad guy, because thats not the case at all. I figured it would be stressful, because you dont know how much of yoru real self you can show around family members. Brothers are overprotective to the point of being psychotic, and rightly so. I cant count how many guys ive wanted to beat mercilessly in my time, and im the YOUNGEST. My fears were unfounded though, and all went smooth. After i got home i awaited the call detailing the particulars of the photo shoot. I knew they wanted to start around 10pm. 10pm came and went. 11 came and went. and as 12 sped by, I wondered if i was gonna be able to swing this. Finally they came through, and we arrived at the location - at 12:45 am.

Thats damn near 1am, on a Sunday night.

Remember the alcohol stare i was talking about earlier? The only thing worse is the "tired stare," and at 1am, setting up equpment, thats exactly what i had. I looked like someone had painted my eyes over with pink glaze. Somehow though, the more pictures i shot, the better i felt. After a while you just go into a zone. You dont even see people or things anymore, all you see is the shot. 209 pictures, and 2 1/2 hours later, I finally tapped out, and though i feel like i could have done better, (artists are funny that way), i think things went pretty well.

Between photography, writing, computers, and all the rest, i dont know if i have time to love anything else. Sometimes thats my problem. I let my affection for things blind me from being practical about them, but that is another entry altogether. A LONG one. In fact, this one is getting a bit lengthy...

and i havent even made it to Monday...

(in the entertainment business we call that a cliffhanger folks...)