Marc Spitz

some days you just have to do like curtis armstrong and say what the fuck.  the bills are piling up, the interest too, the deadlines are drawing near, the features are falling through, the dog days of summer are drawing near like those deadlines i just mentioned, the wheels are coming off the cart and the cart is full of hot dogs, but today i got on the f train and went out to coney island and stared at the ocean, stared at the fish, shot the freak (not really, it was abandoned) and just reminded myself that there’s more to life than manhattan, business, professional ambition and professional jealousies.  there are walruses.  and jellyfish.  tomorrow it’s back to the grind but today i did the manta ray.