—Along with my scattered thoughts. It’s the middle of summer which means I took an impromptu trip to the North Bay to see my relatives, which constitutes something of a “vacation” for me, which also means I compounded all my writing assignments into a sort of furious, self-punishing jag upon returning to L.A. I figure none of you are looking at Substack…
In Doomed Fashion
Scatter my ashes off the California Coast, at Jean Paul Gaultier, or in Club Confessions
