09/04/01

Right before my world changed:  09/04/01


Thank God that August is over. It's been a wicked month. I must
rebuild the temple, must wash the dishes, must clean my room. Samuel had arrived.
He met me at work and then I left. He helped me move twice. We tried to
insult each other in the most disturbing vile way possible for the course
of his entire visit. He helped me move twice. I thought that he was a
very conservative and intellectual, logic-oriented uptight Swede who would
be very cautious about everything. The maniac, of course, is only half
that. At one point during his visit, he was riding on top of the
advertisement on a yellow cab going over the Brooklyn Bridge at about
40-50 miles per hour or so. He looked insane. I think he was. Later he
ended up running from police (although it is still undecided if he
were actually being chased) and cutting his hands all up climbing over
fences in the area of the Brooklyn Navy Yard (east/north of there??).

Eventually he found himself in a dumpster, confused as to how he had
arrived there. Perhaps it was because of the "police" or perhaps it was
tied in somehow with the fact that he now had no money. After wandering
around, realizing that he had no possible way of finding my new space and
didn't even know the address, he ended up with a cabbie who dropped him
off at the station and gave him 1.50 for the train.

Eventually he made his way to a friend's and then called me the next
morning. Lately my friends have been able to give me very dangerous and
insane stories about the course of events (or lack of a 'course') during
nights of remarkable excess.

My new place is across the street from the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Three
blocks away is a Talmudic School. In the morning I see so many Orthodox
or Hasidic Jews. It seems like they all have a special way of walking or
maybe it's because of the similar attire that it appears that way to me.
What's more, my neighborhood is highly unresidential.. i.e. no stores or
homes. Maybe on Washington there are some homes, but everything is mostly
warehouses and factories and in-dustrial. Then there is the other side of
my street, which is the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

I'm so very tired. I have no bed. I don't want to build a loft
because I'm afraid that I'll fall out of it in my sleep and the floor is
concrete with a rug on top of it. At first I was concerned because my
room had no window, but I sort of like the inability to know what time it
is unless you look at the clock.

I'm being lulled right now by hold music. It's making me want to close
my eyes. Must...not... be... reprogrammed.... to .... buy ...
everything... from ... them...