PARTY NIGHTS - NIGHT LURKERS

Monday, June 29, 2015

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Ode to the Beautiful / Hartford, Ct / March 2015

Some people are just so damn good at being photographed. Like... really? How do you fucking do that? I'll never know the art of getting my picture taken.

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PARTY NIGHTS - DJ'S

Monday, June 22, 2015

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They Weren't Bad / Hartford, Ct / March 2015

It was an okay night hanging out with some people. My buddy Adrian had an artshow he wanted me to participate in. It isn't much of my scene, but being around these dudes was fun. I feel comfortable around them.

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LET ME STAY

Monday, June 15, 2015

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I Promise I'll Sleep Again / Portland, Ct / March 2015

It's these moments I try and cherish the most. Because the world can be beautiful and the worst can always fade away.

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I WROTE IT DOWN EVEN IF IT DIDN'T MATTER

Friday, June 12, 2015


Long nights and early mornings were among the moments I sat down, had a pen on hand, and wrote on a journal that I bought for $6.45 at an art supply shop downtown. Long nights and early mornings I'd write. And write. And write. Scribbles. Numbers. Grocery lists. A drawing of a sandwich. Or maybe even a number from a girl I friended at a coffee shop.

But it's those moments I really cared so much about. I would write stories of what had happened at a party when I had photographed a friend throwing a cup full of beer at someones face. Or the time I saw a guy pick his nose and flick it out the window while heading to work. One night stands. Throwing balloons at cars full of paint.

At one point I had a feeling that someone would grab the book and read it for themselves or for other people. Exposing my thoughts and feelings about how little my penis was or how little people were or how little my ass was. Written things that said "fuck I'm stoned and I really want some taco bell right now" or even ask stupid questions such as "why didn't that girl at the liquor store by a carton of eggs when she could've bought it cheaper at the Save Mart store down the street $2 less?"

These written things would be used against me if I were to run for governor. Headlines like ARTHUR THE STONER or ARTHUR LIKES PARTIES, POT, AND TACO BELL. A reminder of how I failed to keep my memories secret. It would kill my chance as a politician.

But it didn't matter. And I never cared if anyone read it. Those are the experiences I felt. Those are the things that made me the way I am. Those doodles, grocery lists, and phone numbers of people I'll never call... they are assets to what I do as a human being.

So, the moment I head in a room filled with unwashed clothes and printed photographs thrown on my bed I take a seat, adjust myself to the desk, have a pen on hand, and write on a journal I bought for $6.45 at an art supply shop downtown.

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THE ENTERTAINER

Monday, June 8, 2015

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He Has So Much He Can't Handle / Glastonbury, Ct / March 2015

He's my former guitar student who turned friend. I met this guy years ago at Guitar Center as he is one of the first friends I made here in Connecticut. He's helped me through a lot and I owe him much of my success so far due to him helping me. Miss you friend. We will playing guitar soon.

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AND YOU THOUGHT BEING 15 SUCKS

Friday, June 5, 2015

29 sort of equals 30 which makes 24 prepare for 26 and lets 18 feel like it's 21. These age variations make such drastic changes from the start of 5. And yet I still feel stuck between 23 & 25. I'm as mature as an apricot losing its limbs and as graceful as a piece burnt toast. I'm buttered up for taste and I'm cut up for thirst. Digested in 3rds and thrown up 7 times at first.

I'm 29 waiting on the moment of 30. Waiting for gray hairs to spread. Waiting for phone calls about friends who are dead. But I'm the dead one always keeping secrets of stories I shouldn't hear. How I could ruin people's lives whispering gossip ears.

30 is on its way. I'm decked out with a pair shoes, argyle sweater, a button shirt, a tie, and a face that says "you're so fucked" and "you look like you need more sleep." Clock is ticking. Make sure you return all required items at your desk.

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I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

Monday, June 1, 2015

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It Was When the Shower Was For Once Hot / Lowell, Ma / March 2015

I've taken this same picture before, but I wanted to know what it would look like on a Polaroid Camera. And here it is.

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