I wake up. 8:00. 8:30 I sit. Sit at my desk where refuse to leave into the cold wind of today. I am behind. Have to retouch. Get shit done for other people. Shit I don't care to do but do anyway because that's just the way it is today.
Cigarette for breakfast followed by leftover Chinese food from last night before movies drifted me to sleep. I try to respond to emails. I can barely type. I can barely sit up. I am shaking. Can't stop. Somewhere my diet has gone dreadfully wrong. Diet of diet pepsi. Cigarettes. The occasional New Peking delivery when I am too lazy to walk to the kitchen. As if it were far. My phone is closer. And so is the menu.
Back to the photos. Photos.
Photoshop opens and I begin. Get bored by 5 and reminisce. Going through photos from trips. Remembering the things I have done and the people I have done it with. 184th. Scotland. Coney Island. Palm Springs. Countless trips across the country in cars. All these scattered memories, jumbled in folders on a hard drive. Hard drives. More than one. Too much shit to look through. Constantly distracted. Send me this file. Where is my model for tomorrow. Why cant you send me the package I asked for.
Back to the emails. Emails.
Shakily I type. Send files. Request girls. Book planes. Trip to LA again. I just left but on my way back. Mind drifts back to other places and back into the jumbled files. Somewhere in this mess is a book to be published. In all this time I have I never make the time. So, here are some pictures that will one day be in a book. If I ever get the time.
