(Jan 15) I feel like I am returning to the past, except it’s a good thing to feel the energy of a Internet bubble. Just like 1999. And just like 1999 there may be trouble just around the bend. It remains to be seen how much exposure I have to the bubble bursting. Last time I was pretty much unaffected. (I Wish I could say the same about the Great Recession.)
I worry I might not be able to take him with me
I remember this, like it was just a few years ago.
I don’t even remember this boy
The past is past. But it makes me who I am today.
Atlas now is the same age as Billy was in this photo from 1998.
(Nov 7) November is significant in pseudoreal because it is the month I moved to Brooklyn, it is the month I left Brooklyn, and it was the time of the end for Billy. I have still not returned. I will not return in November 2015. But I will return. In 2016. I can feel it.
How could this be an 8 hour job, right?
For some reason this scene reminded me of this.
I expected to get bit, involving myself in a dog/cat attack.
The things I do to keep a stinky dog alive.
I bought a mini-torch. This can only mean one thing.
(May 16) Now that Junior and Kevin are gone, it’s quiet here. (and the house is a lot less messy) For how long?
He’s getting pretty attached to me.
Speaking of another dog… I love how Romeo looks when he runs.
He’s so gentle and mellow, he lets other dogs stick their heads in his food bowl while he’s eating.
Back and forth along the curve,
(May 15) I’ve gone to the dogs.
I think we’ve reached the point where I can’t leave him behind
He’s taken to following me around
It would be wrong to leave him, especially here.
To be honest, I don’t trust Pete to do right by Romeo either.
(Jun 10) They spend a lot of time in my bed.
And sleeping is their #1 pastime.