Fish in Slovakia

I met Alex's wife today, Danka, she is about 30 (and he is about 77), and it's all well. The age difference is a bit of a horizontal stretch, even for me, but i wish them well. She is very nice, and talkative with me, alex looked exhausted. i had a greek salad at legal, with chick a pees that i really liked, i had the thought to pile a salmon filet on top, but decided against it, as i head eaten so much yesterday with the fresh delivery.

i realized, coming back to this blog after five years, that there are a ton of entries here, like 150. i do get a kind of graphomania animates the fact sheet (nee blog) — see my early, big book — and i think at that time, 5 years ago, writing about boys, per usual, and of a bit of a slice of my life, i must have been in a graphomanic groove, and certainly with that early, big book. the books that came together this spring and summer were pieces that i had been working on for years, just happened to finalize around the same time. i feel good about those books, but i am exhausted from that work and happy to be reading and, now, writing my fact sheet again, and this time without the baggage of michael williams.

she is from slovakia. it felt like talking to masha, who is kale-deep in russia, surviving as her husband gets fat. i am getting fat, but more slowly than the husband. slovakia had fish, and she liked it and, after 2 hours with her, i think she might be genuinely nice. gale was such a phoney, and a bitch.

pavement in harvard square turned useful today as i found another blue collar worker who was hot, behind the counter. he has rectangular eyeglasses (which didn't suit him) and he was tall and dark and handsome. I have him to add to my new crush at nero, who thankfully is blond. both pavement and nero do not offer good views of either of these men, which is disappointing, as hotness is a prerequisite for hiring a barista, i think. the one at peet's is perhaps most promising, and there is the guy at the bar who is still there after five years, since i used to go there regularly, living in watertown, or somerville. i am on a cruise now, and soon enough will find a hot young full of cum ass to fuck.

chinese food was not great.

i'm going to take tomorrow off, and then slog hard for sunday unto the magic of monday. granted, i'd rather just watch porn (for storytelling, true story) and play with my dog, but work calls and i must engage with the intellectual pata-pata of the moment.

for you and yours,

andy p — this time with a big fucking dick. i consider myself a willy wonka with a big white chocolate dick.