So I am back in Filthydelphia. My first words uttered on Philadelphian soil were, “I feel like the fairy tale has just ended and a nightmare begun. This is the part where the wicked step Mother enters the story…” I wish I was elsewhere. There was an inch long roach floating in my sink and it took me half an hour of scrubbing the bath before I could even take a shower. The good news is that I have discovered it only costs $50 to ship an animal anywhere in the US. Box ‘em, plane ‘em, pay ‘em.

There are too many words reeling around inside of me to even begin describing my adventures. Too many and conversely, not enough. To put it as succinctly as possible, for the first time in my life, I experienced a profound sense of god as artist…

Oh yeah, read The Fountainhead. I wish I had read that 20 years ago, if I had, all the questions and accusations would have rolled off me like rain drops…

March 15th, 2002 | Category: Blood and Guts, Philadelphia | Subscribe to comments | Both comments and pings are currently closed