someone told me, after i had this haircut today, that i looked like a young graciano lopez jaena, a not particularly good looking member of our country’s revolutionary brat pack in turn-of-the-century paris. the payer of the compliment is a well-versed trafficker in these back handed flatteries.
the pop artist andy warhol once asked the art critic of the venerable new yorker “do you have a big cock?” i don't know about the context, but it could very well be a grudge-settling slight.
the sun was relentless all though the day but i had errands to do. back in my apartment, the ac was so debile that i thought it would help to turn off all the lights and strip down to just my boxers. in the mirror, my body bristled with daylight.