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Makes me glad I don't live in nyc. Someone buy me a fucking camera. My friend Ben is so much better. Every time I think about him I end up thinking about the concept of 'marrow' and how I enjoyed, as a little kid, eating the burnt-up marrow out of the bones leftover from our Kentucky Fried Chicken family-sized bucket.

As I work at a poultry farm, funny things happen from time to time to leaven the day. Like today, at five pm and I went to my boss and said, "I can't wait to go home and take my Viagra...I mean, my Allegra." I have bad allergies these days.

Also, I said to a female colleague, "I wanna smoke a fag right now."

And she said, "Do you mean you want to smoke a cigarette in the British sense or do you mean you want to have sex with a gay?"

Both, I replied.

Someone needs to write this book: Pigs at Play: The Reification of Gay Culture. Thank you.

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