returned!

andy pink, fortville, texas —

hellos from the gallows!

i had typed this up as a draft before i went shark hunting in the black hills of chicago toward mid-october. i am wounded and bloodied, but i am still in port waiting for my ship to come in — which will no doubt be a black freighter.

when last i tapa tap’d i said something to this effect, verbatim:

i went out again with groovy douchebag. i figured i was done with him and then lo and behold and lo he texted me the text morning after our parting hug with a sweet “good morning” — i figured perhaps i was wrong about him, i famously make a terrible first impression and so perhaps was the case with him — we texted through the week, then i got us free comp tickets from school for various museums around town, and we hit one of them together this weekend. we had a lovely time together — for the most part — and i now basically think of him as simply groovy. we now text all day all week and i’m feeling quite good about him. not sure how i misread him — or how he misrepresented himself — so early on, but such is quite typical, i suppose.

my mentally crazy friend from puerto rico i saw last weekend for the movies and he is also pretty good, though we are at a different speed, we are best as movie buddies.

and then i went scuba diving with my step-family. much was made explicit, and i think all shall be jolly show when it’s time for yet another miscarriage of justice.

it’s not like i live in nyc, but it does seem like the 25,000 count citizen outpouring of grief for two random police officer deaths is embarrassingly disproportionate to the event of their murder (“assassination”). i think such a public display of — ? — can only be understood as a manifest symptom of white supremacy. what else could such an obscenely disproportionate response against a black politics possibly indicate?

tall dark and handsome received at A- in the philosophy section at boston uni and an A in the gay course. at the end of time, it turned out: he plainly was not gay, though perhaps he wishes he were. fairly certain: french.

i now chat over okc with a splendid italian catholic (who i would otherwise be prejudiced against, for no good reason) — he is a professor and he seems all caring and kindness. tonight i will dream of ways to destroy him.

casper, wyoming is such a quaint place to take a stand against the man. but if priceline and piperlime are to send me wrapped and flown for winter break — why i’ll find the necessary wifi —

in spirit but not in presence —

your faithful servant of the season, andy and santa