signs.

maybe it's because i am from new jersey. maybe it's because i know "mason-gross." maybe it had more to do with knowing the landscape of hoboken pre-1992. maybe it's about guyana.

after a hell of a weekend.
an ice storm.
the 47 minutes i considered the writing thang to be a phase.
after asking for it in a previous entry.
junot diaz nodded at me this morning.


the man got me back on track.
fiction, fiction, fiction. that is it.