36th Amendment

Say you're the only person at a 20-stool horseshoe-style bar. Uno. Solo. Dolo. Another guy walks towards the bar, skips the first 18 stools and sits down next to you. It's like watching a man walk past eight empty urinals to stand next to the guy at number 10. There's an unwritten rule for that somewhere. Maybe the guy thought I owed him money.

Kendra

  Feeling Kendra Morris.

Add Them To The Playlist

From The Rake playlist:

"Home" - LCD Soundsystem

"Spooky" - Dusty Springfield

"How You Like Me Now" - The Heavy

"Beach in Hawaii" - Ziggy Marley

Still Stands

Things I believed when I wrote these posts that still stand now:


Stuff is low on my list of priorities. So is other people's business.

Context matters.
 
Comfy bars are great for reading.

Subtleties are telling, manipulative, admirable, and seductive all at the same time.

Unplanned exposure to the unfamiliar gives me odd comfort.

I Don't Use Social Networks

I could list all the reasons. But bottom line, just e-mail me. Or if you have my phone number call. This message is really for those that Google me and don't have my personal info, but try to reach out.  Nokware.knight@gmail.com if you want to reach me.

I tend to close my Facebook page for months at a time, so it's not worth trying to find me there. My LinkedIn account is up, but I don't use it at all. Will shut it down soon enough. I'm hoping that, eventually, a random Google search will lead you here.