August 21, 1998
Inktober 22
In 1998 I moved to Williamsburg, Brooklyn and stayed at my friend Chris Rubino's loft on Graham Ave. The loft is a grocery store now.
Clash of watermelon seeds at the dinner table.
Inktober 15
You lost. The pits. I lost.
Walked out your front door,
Never did stop to see you drift.
New tattoos to replace all the fake ones
Drawn in markers, lying naked in your
brother's studio.
