Here’s some new pictures of my new house. It’s actually a barracão, an in-law house or a garage apartment. It’s amazing and I’m totally in love with it. I thanked some people in the last post but I want to reiterate their awesomeness.
Steve spent two full days painting and hanging shelves and generally being a great friend.
The list of shit that Matias has done is ridiculous. Moving, calling, finding, searching. My go-to fucking guy.
Carmen Fucking Burns. “Calm the fuck down, J. Everything’s gonna be fine.” I’m eating off her plates …

So, folks, I know I haven’t been blogging lately but I have a pile of stories to share; some written, some not. There coming, though, in a big pile early next week. One of the reasons I haven’t been available to write (besides my artful laziness) has been the arduous search for a new house. After days of searching and days of bureaucratic fucking nonsense and hours of wandering the aisles of the supermarket, the hardware store and the crap-ass mall, I am nearly moved in with all that I …

drunk, high, super-tall blonde brazilian girl to me last night, “Wow!  I can’t believe I’m meeting you in real life.  You only hear about guys like you in books or in the movies.”
I’m gonna ride that for a month.