I'm in New York. The sky is grey. I'm thinking of Amelia ...

I'm in New York. The sky is grey. I'm thinking of Amelia Gray. You can spell that color either way, or wey, I just learned that by looking it up because the Internet is fucking amazing. Blues/soul surrounds me in the form of Otis Redding oh shit Credence just came on it's time to leave. Going to this reading at the KGB Bar tonight. Tomorrow and Sunday I'm reading. If you live in this fucked megacity you should get stuck in traffic to come see me and I'll not swear, my god, I swear.