a blog with cultural bulimia.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

dogpoet is moving to ny

"There are people out there who probably don't obsess over things beyond their control. But I'm not one of them. "

"Four years ago my life was so, so small. It fit within the tiny bag of crystal meth I'd buy from my dealer every few days . Everything's different. I've worked hard, and I've been blessed.

God, I miss my mother. I wanted to call her up and tell her the good news. I thought about her when I was standing at the urinal at work after the phone call from Columbia, and I just started laughing out loud. And then I finally cried a little, from relief and gratitude. And then I started laughing again."