Today's Stats

Weather: Sunny

Temperature: 90

1st Run Taken: 9:10am

Last Run Dropped: 5:51pm

Total Runs Completed: 22

Sangfroid: 8

I feel for you in the morning. Empty vapors of your tired sweat pull at the corners of my clinched brow. I put the sun in me. I hoist myself to the faucet and grip my forehead to swallow. I let the drink fill me to coughing. I shake the sleep in fits, inhale my rhythm in spells. You turn me loose as well worn teeth. Poised, I flood the street with rays of worthless anxiety radiating moot from a sight sore yen, illuminating little, but reaching far. I loathe the wailing, dragging position of your glare. Your ignorance and jealousy extend my reach. I found out. You could change it, but aren't able to overcome or oversee or overstep your static perch. I lie to you. I prove nothing, but provide it all. You believe me. I fall deep within you, but grip the surface. I tease you. I feign conviction, willingness; then leave you undone. You lie naked and full, but unaware. I cover you while I use you. You give me so much, but take most. I spin you, absorb your aggravated assuagement. Its not easy, its lust. You take my body, but I take your spirit. I chose you, but you waited for me. You humiliate my depraved voyeurism, all the while exposing, stroking, plucking, playing the exponential minutia of my fetish. I take a little, but pay a lot. Negotiations nil as faith and promise, doubly found upon your tight gripped lips. Scabs wince your cheeks. You smile with pain. I pretend thousands of lives unwritten and visions unseen. You bane unto me crippled sighs while I fail with ease. Sing to me when you cry, talk to me when you drink. The water runs fences white as your guilt. Fleeting, folding trenches succumb to memory, driving further surrender. Savory sexy, earned like a birthmark. It makes the ill, and cures the still. You switch reasons like tracked up carpet. Easy to start, fury to finish. Honest as sin and true as greed. I forgave as much. Wrap me in cool arms and struggle me upright. Rest me to hunger and aim me to dream. Time drains thick; fluid as grace but hot as shame. You free me like ashes, cage my regret. I trust in you, you pity on me.

Today's Stats

Weather: Rainy, Overcast, Breezy

Temperature: 80

1st Run Taken: 9:48am

Last Run Dropped: 7:01pm

Total Runs Completed: 29

Sangfroid: 10+

Holy wrinkled feet and toes today was awesome! Although it did rain for most of the day, anything would have been better than the oppressive heat of last week's Nuclear Scrotocaust. It's funny, usually I would have been irritated over the idea of being soggy and grimy for 9 hours in the saddle, but today it was down right pleasant. Furthermore, the day flew by for me. This was certainly the result of having a decent amount of work to do. The rain affects the business world in much the same way as the heat; when its bad, no one wants to leave the office. So, I stayed active for most of the day. Also, I was in a tremendous mood. I typically enjoy Mondays. While the rest of the world bitches about having to face another week of voluntary servitude, I am well psyched to get back to work. For the most part, I love my job. I mean, I get paid to ride around in my favorite urban playground, meet interesting and diverse people from all different cultures and backgrounds, and price gouge the hell out of them! If you didn't know, bike messengers are outlaws. They are a roguish combination of pirate and pony express rider. The pony express comparison is obvious, however, we are pirates in the sense that we add innumerable "convenience" charges to the price of our customer's runs. Whether or not these charges are legitimate, or a gross overestimation, depends largely upon the messenger's current disposition, energy level, and quite honestly, his bank account. Got a delivery to a fifth floor walk-up? Well, that's a buck/floor. I had to wait 10 minutes for you to get your package ready? Hmm, it felt a little longer to me, I'll just charge you for 20. After 5pm? Well, the price just doubled. Feels a little heavy? Oversize? No big deal, I'll just add an extra $5-$10 for my trouble. Oh, you want it in 15 minutes? Sure, that'll be $20 extra. It's such a scam, but not really. These surcharges and prices are easily found on our rate sheet. However, rarely do clients look at these. So, we(I) stick it to 'em whenever applicable. Surprisingly, the customers rarely bitch. You see, our clients hire us to deliver their products or documents, but it's their customers who foot the bill. So, these charges appear on a regurgitated invoice of limited accountability. "But Justin, don't you feel bad for being so dishonest?", you might ask. Hell flying fucking no! Give me a goddamn break. I have the most dangerous job in the city. Bike messenger deaths far outnumber cops and firemen. Approximately 22 messengers/year are killed on the job. Police and firemen deaths combined don't even touch that. Furthermore, we already get paid shit and we don't have insurance. So, no, I don't feel bad for charging a few extra bucks per run to make it worth my while. I consider it "hazard pay". Plus, I have my ego to maintain, and trust me, it is a voracious ego.

"At the end of the work day, Justin's legs were covered in a thick layer of pungent, urban offal."

Today's Stats

Weather:

Like pulling through the drive-thru at McDonalds, ordering a large coffee, getting the coffee, exiting your vehicle right there at the window, taking the top off the coffee, dumping it over your head, letting it drip all over you, getting back into your car, and driving to your job at the construction site.

Temperature: a crisp 84 degrees

1st Run Taken: 10:00am

Last Run Dropped: 5:55pm

Total Runs Completed: 28

Sangfroid: 10

Holy lobster pot at Orvis it was uncomfortably warm today! Here in NYC we are in the midst of what the media officials are calling a "heat wave". Well, here at ConEff we are calling it "The Nuclear Scrotocaust". You can decipher for yourself what that means. On Friday, its supposed to get up to triple digits. So, we will look forward to that.

To be perfectly honest, the heat is tough. I like to ride hard and sprint around all day, especially lately because I am starting to feel so strong, but it takes a toll on your body. Usually by the end of the day I have a slight headache, my body is basically chaffed everywhere from being wet all day, I'm covered in brake dust, and I'm dead tired. When I get home I usually strip down, drink a bunch of ice water and hang out in front a fan for a while. After my head calms down and my pores have shut off, I move on to food. I eat a massive amount, shower, and pass out. Somewhere in there I fit in a little internet time, a beer or two, and a little blogging. Sometimes it's hard to write this damn blog. I mean, I'm glad you guys enjoy it, but man, sometimes all I wanna do is put on some Netflix and keep a cold rag on my head. But, such is life. I think not having air conditioning makes it hard too. I basically never have any sort of respite from the heat. At my house, you have to get situated and be still. You can't move around too much, else you might break a harder sweat. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I chose my living situation, and I fucking love it. Hell, not having AC is part of the New York experience. A lot of people here don't have air conditioning. We all just have box fans and cold beer. I'm simply trying to explain how the job is exponentially more demanding upon your body when the heat is as bad as it is. (I love Southern syntax)

However, because of the extreme heat, business has been increasing. For some, going outside simply isn't an option.

Today's Stats:

Weather/ Temperature:

1st Run Taken: 9:55am

Last Run Dropped: 5:29

Total Runs Completed: 33

SangFroid: 10.2

Holy erupting volcano in my pants it was hot today! Plus there was an abundant film of

in the air. My friend Matthew Giachelli used to say it was like walking around in "the soup". Or, better yet, an olio. Thank goodness for that word. Otherwise, there would be some SOL crossword puzzle editors out there. Anyhow, it was very hot and moist (that's what she said) and pretty slow for the first half of the day. Then, around 2pm it got busy as hell. And you know how busy hell is. So, I ended up dealing with a pile of work and one idiot after another that threatened to suck the sangfroid right out of me. Nearly did. You see, being a bike messenger can be very frustrating at times, especially when you are in a hurry. However, if there is one psychologically redeeming aspect of the job, besides the adrenaline drip, it is the tendency to develop vast reserves of patience within the participant's psyche. However, on hot days, that proverbial reservoir of patience can be depleted just as easily as one's glycogen stores. You see, if you are a bike messenger, wheeling and dealing around the city, your work is dictated by the singular mantra of "keep moving". No matter if you are picking your way through grid lock or riding on an antique elevator, as long as you aren't standing still, you are working towards that commission. Thus, it can be difficult to switch back and forth between a more or less hurried working pace, and that which is assumed by the doorman or messenger center worker, who is nearly stationary by comparison. You have to tell yourself to take it easy, catch your breath, and not become overly ardent to get your package or complete your business. These guys have all day. They are getting paid by the hour, not by how well they can expedite your needs. But sometimes, sometimes these sons of bitches seem to be set in place by the messenger gods to test your resolve. Sometimes, you are in high spirits and your yang perfectly compliments your yen, and you pass these sangfroid threatening tests like so much Frodo. However, sometimes you fail. At this one drop, I totally showed my ass because they made me go around to the loading dock. As I said, I was busy as hell and getting annoyed. To give some context in my defense, several people bailed on work today, so I had to take up some of the slack, which I didn't mind, but I got stretched too thin all at once, not over the course of the whole day. So, I was being an asshole to this one elevator operator late in the day. It was like 4:45pm and he was minutes from getting off work. I'm sure I totally killed his vibe. Well, I feel pretty bad about it now, and my attitude at the time definitely added minutes to my delivery time, so I paid/ am paying for it. It's funny how interactions like that have the ability to cause such embarrassment and remorse upon reflection. At the time, I was acting in a way totally dictated by my emotions, not my rationale. However, that emotional mind is what naturally governed my behavior at that moment, not any sort of civilized line of thinking. How is it that we(or maybe just myself) are so prone to reacting that way? How can outward expressions of emotions, that seem to originate in our primitive mind and lead to almost zero productivity and communication, be favored and take precedence over calm, assertive action? Perhaps we are not as evolved as we think. Perhaps it takes practice. Maybe when I'm older, I will be wiser and more skilled at dealing with interpersonal and non-personal relations in a more apropos manner. Or, maybe not. Maybe I'm just a dick. Either way, I feel terrible about throwing my water bottle at that guy's face. Just kidding.

Today's Stats

Weather: Sunny, Breezy, Pleasant

Temperature: 83

1st Run Taken: 9:23am

Last Run Dropped: 6:26pm

Total Runs Completed: 23

Sangfroid: 8

Holy 7 layers of magic bar it was a beautiful day! The sun was shining in a milder, less debilitating manner, there was a cool breeze blowing, and the humidity was nearly nonexistent. And you can bet the pleasantness of the day was not lost on the people of New York City as they chose to dine outside, take their pocket pets for walks, and ride their bikes. However, the added inconvenience caused by the excess bicycle traffic was little cause for concern, as it was entirely manageable in light of the fact that tomorrow is Friday. Gotdamn.

Not only was today a good day for me weather wise, but it was also a good day for me physically. As you might imagine, riding a bike for 10 hours a day, 5 days a week, is taxing. At the beginning of the summer, I would perform well for the first couple of days, then towards the middle of the week, I would start to feel it in my calves. Usually, by the end of the week, I would be near spent. However, for the past few weeks, I have been riding consistently and strongly throughout the whole week. Today, I still felt fresh and had good acceleration in my legs. This development of increased physical ability and tenacity is what's known as building a "base". In short, I have whipped myself into shape.

I started to feel this way at the end of last Summer, and was able to bring some of that fitness back to Colorado. However, the type of fitness developed through bike messengering doesn't transfer well to road biking. Road biking involves more climbing, longer distances, and generally more sustained efforts, often at high speeds. The style of riding in bike messengering is very "stuttered". Its all about super quick acceleration, riding a wave of 30 or so blocks then STOP. Messengering also involves a lot of time riding out of the saddle. Unlike road biking, staying out of the saddle is considered good bike messenger technique. It helps you see above the traffic, weave in and out of cars, and roll your gear over faster to get out of harm's way. Every now and then you get some big long runs coming from downtown going way up West or East (in which case I like to cruise 6th and 3rd Avenues, respectively), but that may only be 3 or 4 miles. So, in a day, you may only ride between 50-70 miles, sometimes more if it's really busy. That may not seem like a lot, but it is a very exhausting and again, "stuttered" type of riding. Obviously there is a "flow" when riding in traffic and making drops, but what I mean by "stuttered" is that the riding is very fast, but follows a very aggressive "start and stop" tempo. Thus, messengering helps develop good power, some endurance, and an impressive capacity to suffer, but overall, it doesn't translate well to road biking. However, bike messengering and track racing go hand in hand. (Track is the most fun form of bike racing in which I have participated. Plus, I got that build.)

Having a good base for this job is the key to making good money. If you don't have the energy and motivation to ride, you won't. If you don't ride, you don't work. If you don't work, you don't get paid. Lots of guys I know, don't even call in asking for work, they wait for the dispatchers to call them. Fuck that. I annoy the shit out of those guys. I call in at least every 15 minutes or so. Even when I'm busy. The money is out there, but it's not going to make itself.

To stay consistent with my earnings, and make sure I take in enough work to have a decent check, I follow a routine that allows me to get the most out of my days. The morning is the first phase of my routine. In the morning, I have a lot of momentum. This momentum is a combination of strong mental psyche and well rested muscles. It is important for me to ride this wave of momentum and take on as much work as they will give me. I try to get over the bridge as early as I can and be the first to call in from midtown. It seems silly and superstitious, but I usually gauge how well my day will be based on how many runs I do before Noon. Ten is what I shoot for. If I do ten runs before Noon, it usually means that it is decently busy, and that I am moving well. Lately, however, the ten before Noon has become more elusive, and it hasn't been my ability. Business is just slow. So, I try to ride that wave of momentum until around 1 or so, then I grab some food. Most people in New York seem to eat around this same time, so there is a lull until about 3pm. I try to do another 10(at least) between 3pm and 6pm. Most of the time, this isn't too hard to accomplish, and often I exceed this. This is a second wave of momentum I have after lunch that I sometimes try to segue into the last, and most important time of my day, the evening work. (Unfortunately, because of the heat, I sometimes have to eat again and recharge before the evening work. This is detrimental to my food budget.) The evening work is my bread and butter. It consists of either payday or managerial documents sent out by Douglas Elliman Property Management to the uptown residential buildings they manage. These runs are all uptown on the East Side, carry an additional nighttime surcharge, and usually lie in a somewhat contiguous, semi-logical pattern. The reason this work is so important is the quantity. Sometimes, they will send out 20 packages after 6pm. Most of the time it's only a singe envelope per address. Therefore, I deliver 20 or so valuable, lightweight runs, all in the same part of town. Granted it is sometimes exhausting and discouraging to have to work that extra hour or two, but come payday, it is totally worth it. Plus, it's the summertime. Make hay while you can, right? Then, to save myself some energy, and begin recovery as soon as possible, I like to take the train home. I do this to avoid riding all the way back to midtown, climbing over the bridge, burning off whatever dope is trying to race me, then riding another few miles along Queens Blvd. Trust me, I don't feel like a wussy for taking the train. On the contrary, it makes me feel like a bad ass, like a New Yorker. I take the 6>N>7>Home Sweet Home.

This is a mural I happened upon while delivering to The Blue School. It first caught my eye because of its Dali-esque derivations. However, upon further inspection, the artwork revealed itself to be quite explicit.

Today's Stats

Weather: It keeps me warm as life grows colder

Temperature: 89

1st Run Taken: 9:23

Last Run Dropped: 6:29

Total Runs Completed: 28

Sangfroid: 7.5

Surfers, I'm sorry but I will be unable to submit a substantial post tonight. I have to get some rest. I hope you understand. I will make the effort tomorrow.

Because of a disruption in our internet service last night, I was unable to post. So, to make up for it, tonight we have DOUBLE STATS!

Yesterday's Stats:

Weather: Searing

Temperature: 95

1st Run Taken: 9:10am

Last Run Dropped: 6:31pm

Total Runs Competed: 27

Sangfroid (on a scale of 1-10): 9

First off, I would like to apologize to everyone for failing to post last night. Our internet service was temporarily down, so I was unable to update you. I know how all five of you eagerly await every night for the latest edition of ConEff to post, so again, I am sorry. So, to catch you up on what you missed I have put together a mini-photo-essay capturing the spirit and drama of my work day. However, if you are the "wordy type", and not easily satisfied with mini-photo-essays, or double hyphenated words, it will have to suffice, as the searing heat has erased all memory of that day. I hope you enjoy.

(9.08am) A happy accident I noticed on 57th st.

(11:30am)

The Elysee Hotel. Something keeps bringing me back here through strange coincidence. His ghost?

(12:27pm)

I got to go to the 29th floor. Very rarely does a messenger get to go this high. Usually buildings this big have mail rooms.

(1:11pm)

Washington Square Park was having a moment.

(1:45pm)

I delivered to the Guggenheim Museum for the first time.

Some fortunate U.S. Employees are getting more respect. We, on the other hand are enduring nuclear scrotocaust.

(4:45pm)

The whorish view from Core Search. I hate this place. Although, they do have free ice.

As best as I can remember, that was pretty much my whole day.

Today's Stats

Weather: Global Warming

Temperature: Human Body

1st Run Taken: 9:26am

Last Run Dropped: 7:00pm

Total Runs Completed: 25

Sangfroid: 8

Holy Cow! Today was a scorcher. It got up to the mid 90's. It was so silly. I got a little delirious at times. I did a moderate amount of work. A few truck runs and quick dashes up East. I did the night work as well. It was painfully slow. Just to put things into perspective as far as how slow it has been, and how "able" I am, before 4:30pm I did 12 Runs. From 6:05pm-7:00pm I did 13 runs. Give me a break. Just so you know, 13 run in an hour, ain't bad. Anyways, one day I will be around for the Fall and Winter when there is plenty of work to go around. Until then, I am a soppy, loaded gun.

Speaking of perspiration, I felt so bad for those people in the elevator. Today I blazed into this office building, sweaty as hell and smelling like a wet dog. I shuffled across the lobby and crammed myself into the elevator as its door dinged shut. There were easily 12 people in the elevator, every floor on the directory was lit up. I was radiating heat and brake dust. It was so funny, all of them were shifting around trying to exit the elevator and not touch me. I mean, I was dripping wet, like an NBA starter, breathing hard, too. Ah well, whatcha gonna do? Sometimes you just have to be a bad ass.

Speaking of badasses, I watched a group of men erecting scaffolding around a building today on 49th. I watched them work for 10 minutes or so. It was a team of three working together. Each man tending to his task in the prescribed order necessary for upward gain. One man climbing on the outside, tightening bolts down, the other installing more to be tightened, the third laying down planks to secured railing. All the while, each of them was stories above the pavement without a harness. They all seemed comfortable hanging out on the edge and climbing about freely as they shuffled tools and sections of aluminum flooring up the rising skeleton of steel tube. It was total New York. It reminded me of the men that built the Empire State Building, working in teams of four, tossing red hot rivets up to 50 feet, 50 stories above the deck. (Did you know that the ESB was built in 13 months. Think about that. It boggles the mind.)

Anyways, what I mean by "it was total New York" was not referring to the the job they were doing. Building scaffolding, or skyscrapers for that matter, is a job associated with any metropolis or urban environment. It wasn't the job that was "total New York", but rather how how they were doing the job. That was total New York. Total style. These guys were working hard, in the sun, climbing around on an ever rising jungle gym that they were building, executing their simple, yet highly choreographed routine, with fluid motion and intuitive proficiency that could only be the result of countless repetitions committed to muscle memory. Surely they were aware of the small group of onlookers, myself included, who were taking note of these accidental acrobats, who exuted a swagger and confidence of men who know they are the best. And their assurance that they are the best stemming from the fact that they practice their craft in New York, so they must be the best, if only by default, or inheritance. That feeling of being the best, that is what New York is all about. There's a place for everyone here.

Today's Stats

Weather: Overcast>Sunny>Overcast>Drizzlin' Rain

Temperature: 87

1st Run Taken: 9:05am

Last Run Dropped: 5:05pm

Total Runs Completed: 22

Sangfroid: RockSteady

Today is Friday, and for most practical purposes, Saturday. It's the weekend, you can officially stop giving a flying fuck!

Today, was a shitty day. It was slow as hell, and it rained a lot. Also, New York City smelled like death. It was coming from Jersey, too. Nasty Guido greasers. Well, maybe that isn't fair. It probably wasn't the people of Jersey that smelled, but it was certainly coming from their general direction, so that's who I'm blaming. They had Manhattan smelling like a hotel pan of sour chicken breasts marinating in a bath of spoiled milk. I'm not kidding. It was terrible. It was like the stuff we used to find in the corners of the walk-in at the Bon-Ton and serve as the employee meal. I shudder..

On the other hand, today was payday, which nothing short of a nuclear apocalypse could ruin. Pay day is awesome. It's the day when I get to re-instill my financial institution with two more weeks of apprehensive faith that I might actually maintain a positive balance, AND I get to lose my mind in the grocery store. Besides rent, food is my number one living expense. I imagine it is this way for most people who aren't addicted to drugs or racing bikes (in which case your money goes towards both), but I seriously spend a shit ton of money on food. I burn a mess of calories so I have to keep my body fueled. Did you know that 20% of the body's energy is consumed by the brain? So, for me, doing what I do, which involves riding around in the densest, most congested traffic in the world, mitigating innumerable, unpredictable obstacles, and all the while maintaining a 360 degree state of hyper awareness, I gotta stay charged. So, food is my guilty pleasure. I never feel bad about spending money on food. I love to put quality and exotic foods in my body. Especially grapes. Man, put some grapes in the freezer next time you get a chance. We don't have air conditioning at my place so we spend a lot of time making ice, eating popsicles, sampling unfreezable liquids, and generally hanging about the freezer. So, frozen grapes go a long ways in maintaining my sangfroid. I love that word. You're welcome for having to look it up. If you didn't have to look it up, you are either too smart or pretentious for your own good. Go get yourself some unfreezable liquids and even out those brain cells. Bon Weekend!

Waiting out the rain in Greenwich Villiage

Today's Stats:

Weather: Hot as fuck, what else?

Temperature: Barely Double Digits

1st Run Taken: 9:08am

Last Run Dropped: 6:21pm

Total Runs Completed: 31

Sangfroid Output: I got Philipe* scared.

Man, it was like a scrotum out there today. For those of you who have never experienced New York City in July, it gets hot. For those of you who don't have scrotums, they get hot as hell too. Now, just imagine scrotums in New York City. I shudder.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVChao15oDw&feature=related

None the less, it was a good day. I did enough work to keep moving, kept a good attitude all day, and made it home in one piece. I did a little evening work, a couple of truck runs, and rode like hell. Some days you just feel good. Your knees are supple and springy, seems like you spend most of your time out of the saddle. However, I will probably pay for it tomorrow. Shit will bite you. No bigs, tomorrow is our one holiday of the week. Plus, it's so damn hot that everyone kind of maintains a minimal level of delirium, which means we don't give a hell.

6:40pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FbR-ql2bOA

*Philipe is NYC's (self-declared) King of Messengers. I wonder how he felt this morning when I blazed past him, pumping out the Queensboro.

Today's Stats:

Weather: Muggy

Temperature: 90 something

1st Run Taken: 8:48am

Last Run Dropped: 5:50pm

Total Runs Completed: 24

Sangfroid Level: Thick and Thin

Well, hell. This is the first post in a while. Sorry, but I have been tired. I got sick, too. I missed work yesterday. It has also been pretty slow lately. Not much to write on, anyways. It was eerily quiet this morning. Sixth avenue was like a closet. Muted sounds and muffled voices, coming from outside, passing through an empty wall. It was hot as fire, too. My jersey stayed wet all day. The only time it was nice was coming down 7th avenue like hell. It's an air conditioner through there. That steady breeze rising from who knows where. You think its the ocean, but then you get down there and SoHo's sitting in the way like a haggard old fence that's been painted way too many times, yet still stands, if only by the grace and gravity of the aggregated layers. The office building lady complains about her hair. She said, "I don't even like walking down that way. Blow my hair, everywhere." She's older. She's been doing this a while.

I produce a ton of mucus. Sick as hell. I had to show up to work, though. I missed yesterday. I have been slacking a little lately, too. But, I just been bored with no work. I tried to keep a good head on me today. Be patient, pace myself, understand, survive. Gotta get those brakes switched. Slackin'...

I been in a rut, too. I can't seem to figure out what's next, or what to do. I keep stretching my life out, all over the place. I've gotta get my school finished. I want to be here so badly. I really dig it here. It fits me a little better. Or maybe it doesn't. Sometimes I want to just drop it all and go take a breath in Ouray. Fucking love that place. Definitely one of my homes. I have such a hard time with complacency. I just feel like I'm missing out. Time is nippin' on my heels. I can feel it. Who know's how much time we have left. Life goes by so fast, but hurts so much. I just feel worn out. I'm 26 years old, and I'm not sure if my body can handle 26 more. Shit, my hands already hurt. My shoulder is seriously injured. I just feel tired. Tired as hell. I just want to get in some water. See my family. Know that my friends are going to be okay. Maybe meet someone. Talk to my father.

But hell, I'm okay. I got some chicken for tonight. Maybe I'll have some broccoli and carrots with it. You know I got them grapes, too. Shit, pass out early. Maybe do some drawing. That's one thing I forgot to mention. Art is therapy. I've been doing a bunch of it lately. Here's some things I did last night. I like them. I think a style is starting to emerge. It's all sharpie on old pizza boxes.

Uncles

Self Portrait