Where Have I Been?

Dancing. I swear. And not riding Chupecabra, who sits like a limp gutless goat in my living room.

Need to replace the cranks - that's right, the stomach of a goat has finally founds its match on these mean NYC streets. I'm discouraged, disheartened, and fully non-functional as a result of this. I should probably call it all a tale of heartbreak and loss, but it seemed too melodramatic - the demon goat will return soon enough.

In the meantime, it's getting a little cold in NYC, like as in single digits with the wind-chill, and I'm back to running the streets on a regular basis. Not that anyone particularly cares. In the hood, I get stared at with the blatant, "'nother stupid whiteboy, gentrifying this beeyotch with his crazy, frozen ass." Of course, I generally get that look anyways, since I dress rather light for cold weather.

Can't be helped. I get too warm very easily, and too cold is something I rarely encounter. It's like I've got a furnace inside that just doesn't seem to work for my appendages, all of which succumb to rigidity from the cold, even though I feel fine.

I've also been doing a lot more professional blogging. Folks, this is the year to start tipping the drug war towards ending. I still don't see a realistic end to it until about 2012 (plus or minus a year), but this is the year for decisive action, and I've been making decisive action a central theme, hence a lot more professional blogging, including now specific requests for people to take action.

So, my faithful four, know that although you've (suffered? taken advantaged of? been relieved of) missed out on some blogging here, I'm recommitting myself towards a little more attention to this blog, to keep the spirits flowing. My promise to you four: at least a sentence a weekend, unless I'm traveling. Gawd I love disclaimers!