Friday, December 16, 2016

Hard Labor Xmas

I've been working hard labor this week.

Like an inmate cracking rocks.

Every night I returned to the small house of the Greenwich estate and chase down three aspirins with a little vodka. My body was as weak as Superman encased in a igloo of kryptonite and I wish I could spent the day in bed, but I have a horde to feed and I wake in the morning telling myself, "This doesn't look anything like Christmas."

Tomorrow I return to New York.

A holiday party.

dance and drink.

I'll be better tomorrow.

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