@mattygerald.bsky.social

I was a parakeet in Spanish Harlem during a past life. I’m sometimes visited by the Angel of Death, but it’s mostly sports updates. I was born in Colorado, but I identify as a New Yorker. I enjoy the numinous transcendence of walking down the street.

This was already on my radar, but as luck would have it— turned up in the the laundry room. Fell right into my lap. Essentially, it’s Huckleberry Finn, but told from the perspective of Jim. If that isn’t a novel idea, I don’t know what is. #booksky #luckyfind

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I’m 51 years old. Say what you want about junk food, but Doritos have been a model of consistency since I was 12. A tried and true friend through the ages. Existential crisis? P-shaw… Nothing a bag of salty, savory goodness can’t fix. #latenightdrunkenmunchies

It’s late Through my kitchen window And across the breezeway I hear the desperate cries Of a kitten Left outside Forgotten This on the same day I learned a good friend From the bar had passed I hear ya buddy I hear ya

I see Bluesky is once again making it a monumental pain in the ass to interface video from YouTube. Just another reason for me to abandon social media all together. What a bunch of bullshit.

I’m looking at my finances, and a weeklong visit to Boston isn’t entirely out of the question. I know nothing about the city, but my intuition, not to mention a profound fascination with Dennis Lehane’s novel The Given Day, is propelling me further and further towards a definite decision.