my handwriting is changing. i don't know what that means.

yesterday i ate a sugared jelly donut under fluorescent lights at ten at night on fourteenth street. then i went walking and saw an oversize pumpkin on somebody's stoop. (i thought that was pretty funny.) when i turned the corner onto jane street it smelled like bacon for the whole block. (it was a nice time.)

i traded a fourth of july sparkler that i found in my room for a cigarette. (it felt like one of the most legitimate transactions i have ever made.)

i took the A train to the rockaways the other day. it was raining. while i was riding i saw a man sleeping who (from the side) looked just like my dad. (the post-2007 one.) and it made me feel sick to my stomach.