Everyday feels like the 5th floor of a 6 floor walk-up. Sigh.


  1. Hey baby, don't be sad, you are sooo sweat and soo charmy... I think you have a good life. Think about the polar bears who are gonna desappear soon, think about the Africa children who are starving.
    And you are in NYC, what, don't you have more inspiration?
    Ohh, I got it, you need a woman!
    Hey, who´s the illustrator here? Get him a girl or a feminine creature like him.

  2. I hear you, Darcel. But hey, I live on the SIXTH floor of that walk-up and, while perhaps you could argue a vague sense of accomplishment, I'm that much sweatier and more out of breath when I get home.

  3. counting my blessings. fourth floor walkup.