My dad's gun

My dad has a gun that I've never seen.
I just found the bullets on my bookcase.

ex-librarian

BOBST, Spring 2008

A few years ago I had a work study job at the New School library. It wasn't very interesting but I liked organizing the stacks when I didn't need to think about anything. It was kind of like working at a bar, I got a lot of regulars and listened to strange stories.

I really liked this one boy who would check out Henry Miller and books about Sun Ra and boating. When I left, I took this really great book about the anatomy, function, and evolution of the human hand.

This is a photo of my dad next to a photo of a guy that looks like an ugly version of my dad.

This is what my dad looked like in the 70's. One of the best photographs ever taken of anyone.

I should be writing essays now. But I just can't care.

the return

i just made it home from belfast.

im not going to make it to london this time. next time.

i can't write it all out now. here is some of the beginning,

i flew into belfast from amsterdam on the 23rd, and when i got in Aine and Lee were waiting at the airport and Aine and I did that thing were people are the airport start screaming and hugging and jumping in circles. It felt so good.

Aine had already been drinking, so i did too in the car on the drive back. it was my first time in an british car (that wasn't a taxi.) i should have asked if theyd let me drive. i couldn't believe how much i missed her accent. and then to be in a whole house, in a whole village full of it! i met her family, who were so beautiful and SOOO FUNNY, and generous.

i saw all of downpatrick and belfast, and did ecstasy and listened to music and celebrated christmas and ate to much and did so many other things. i took pictures during some of them.

dusted pictures

pictures to go along with the last posting
+/- some explanations


high school


sr. prom. i was somewhere on this bus.


parsons greg


my mom found this lovely photograph in the mailbox. just like the crustaceans sent in the night.