letter 026: And go east,
dear junk mail club,
today marks four years of striptease being out in the world. thank you. i haven’t done one of these in a little while, or really said anything at all.
i’ve been:
: i was like a kid counting down the days to summer break. 1….7…..
i didn’t know why i was doing anything. i spent the better half of the year walking around in circles and trudging my feet into mud. an album came out in july. strangers in a bounce house. a collection of brief farewells. two days went by. and i drove across the country with all my stuff and my best friend in a minivan. safe on the interstate. i learned why it might be okay to call some states flyovers. don’t eat mexican food in wyoming. i saw more rain in a summer storm in the midwest than i’d seen fall in my entire life in california. utah is a pretty state. i spent too much time looking for a lamp on facebook marketplace. at our apartment we all play a little too much mario kart. i’m blue shy guy. our apartment is a home. it took me two weeks to put up blinds in my room. i understand why a dad will obsess over a green lawn. little birds will eat all your seed. when the temperature drops. the vines you fought to cut back will thin on their own. the subway stumbles between the trees and the red brick building. at night, you can see the people in the windows. i’m in a sewing class full of moms and they talk about their sons. i’m taking a woodworking class, too. i do the chopping and the cutting and the sanding and the drilling and the sawing and i wear the goggles. can you tell i’m new to this? there’s a mexican food spot around the corner that we’re trying to collect all the receipts from 001-100. and by collect, i mean buy more food and hope for the best of luck. in some ways, it’s just something to do. so far, so good. they have different bugs here. groceries on the subway. hunter x hunter. i broke out the soccer cleats. don’t undercook your chicken nuggets. one way streets are nice for crossing. stoplights are suggestions. a bike is the superior form of transportation. a chopped cheese when drunk prevents a hangover. a bagel makes more sense here. i miss the ocean. my family feels far. i’ve made new friends. i laugh a lot. it rains on fridays and saturdays. i didn’t know there was a schedule. damp pant legs still annoy me. i play guitar all day. i love music again. cold air feels good. i’m in new york, and i’m happy.
yours,
garry