NYC Diary #5

MONDAY

8:44 a.m. Rushed, sloppy, awkward sex before working out. I love it when the only thing you say is “hey.” And then “later.” And it’s over in 5 minutes. I can’t give sex more time than that. It’s already boring. Like eating food.

9:20 a.m. One day I’ll have abs. Not today. Today at the gym I stare at my ass. And thank god I have a great ass.

12:40 p.m. When you read this it will be the week of my birthday. So this Wed Nov 30 (my bday), I will send out the weirdest poem I’ve ever written. It’s called Blond Summer. I’ll send it to paid subscribers. To get it: click.