so “workshop” is a new series where i preview something that i’m currently working on and tweaking. my general rule is to wait until it is about five or so pages and to try and include notes and such. might mainly do this for written work right now as “sleeping in the office” seems more geared towards photo work… but who the hell knows?
hope you dig it
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first thing’s first, i’m remembering no names. because i don’t really care enough to. folks around the neighborhood or whatever. i hate that shit. earl or jessie or man-man or whoever. we’re really glad you’re back and all that shit.
i don’t really hate it or whatever. i’m not trying to be an asshole. i’m just not in the mood. let a nigga go to bed. i just want to go to bed. that flight was long. and stupid. people trying to have something profound or smart to say now that we’re coming back.
which is… whatever. some folks are into that kind of thing. i’m not saying it’s wrong or anything. i had a girl once told me i should say more stuff like that. like that’s maybe why we were on the outs: i don’t look back on shit and try to say something more profound.
maybe. she used to be right about a lot of stuff. most of the time, now that i think about it.
this is one of those days where i don’t know how to dress. it’s 60-something, sunny, but i feel cold.
heh. i see what you’re thinking. don’t read too much into all that. it really just does feel colder than it looks outside, probably because it’s windy.
just windy, that’s all.
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the dollar van drops ronnie off on the corner in front of the good mcdonald’s in the area, waves goodbye – they had fifth grade together, probably – and drives off.
usual order from years ago: fish fillet, fries, sprite. then ronnie does something that kind of catches him off guard: he gets a coffee. he didn’t even know he liked coffee; he doesn’t, really. probably had it about three times before in his entire life. but they were about to toss out the coffee and he got one. how about that?
ronnie finishes half the cup – it was a lot of creamer and sugar, if that’s important to you – then he tosses it. it was pretty alright. he’s not going to keep any at the house, probably. but it was pretty alright.
still colder than it looked out. to him. other folks out were fine.
so, for the longest time this was called “st. mary’s”. just because. but i wanted to actually base this on an episcopalian church somewhere in caribbean brooklyn, so this takes st. paul’s in new lots/east new york. i’m fine with them never hosting a boys’ school or having a boxing program. also, turns out they’re baptist. which is cool; i can work with that. maybe that they couldn’t find an episcopal church close enough.