The New York City Journals, Part IX: Welcome to Sketchy Land
Someone whipped out the acid, and suddenly everyone was an artist.
Hand to God (or your preferred divine floozie), I cannot recall tripping on any LSD in New York City. Not that early; not tripping balls at Happy Ending in 05-06! I’d remember. Right? Anyone?
Ok, regardless of the cognitive dysfunction that I present these days, much of it affects the working memory capacity. My short-term memory is trash.
But, the long-term? Also, pretty trash, too, at this point, yeah.
My NYC memory capacity, though, is that of a twenty-year-old, my dude.
Like this wild one below, for instance, who neeevvvveeverr did acid in Manhattan:
So what about that acid?
Below is, indeed, my handwriting, but I can’t picture it.
Now, I have dropped some great LSD before and after Manhattan.
Maybe we did acid in Brooklyn. Guess it was good stuff?
Wait, why did I want to trip & fall though?
By myself? Doesn’t sound like I’m talking LSD trip. I fell A LOT.
Oooooohhh, Bridgette. I did acid with the girl with the green card husband I banged?
Trippy!! Sorry, girl! He had a personal ad in VICE, though. Everybody hit that.
Wait, I do REMEMBER the newscaster comparing the Transit strike to the Blair Witch Project!!
...Yes— still got it!
* taps self on the noggin’, smiles *
OK, WHAT?!! I did blow with a member of Devo?! Wheeeeeennnn?!!!?
I can’t remember shit, ya’ll. Good thing I’m close to publishing a MEMOIR!
Maybe everyone will buy it to scrub for slanderous lies!
Joan Didion barely remembered an accurate tale either; it’s called Poetic Justice!




Awww, Miss Becka Diamond, everyone!
At least, a horrible depiction of her, identifiable only by the quote in the bubble…
…and because I’m the asshole who drew the picture.
I know, it’s bad. I was tripping balls—or trippin and falling.
Both, probs.
Thanks for reading, you frenemies and freaks…
I kept this one short & sweet because I am writing a book. (for real)
* crosses both sets of toes because she’s giving you the finger *
p.s. I put the uncensored version of the first photo below the paywall, just in case you were in the 1% who never saw my nipples.