edited + art by val freire, my small s’elf.
with assistance from Crystal (age 15), Veronica (age 14), Grace (8), Vanessa (5) and especially Aria (age 8) whose hand-writing is now much improved.
Made in 7 days.

I left NY when I was 15. Sick to shit of it. Did the wanderlust tour of 30 homes in 3 years; London, London’s much preferred bastard brother LIVERPOOL, Ballintoy, Paris, Montreal, San Francisco, Seattle, Colorado, Ohio, Virginia, well,… I’ll stop there cuz the list gets pretty effin’ long.
But I missed New York, functioning anywhere else was work, New York just flows. I didn’t mean to come back; I just stopped over from Los Angeles the morning of 9/11. It seemed the universe, the world, the city herself had grounded me.
For a year after 9/11, on my new queen-size bed in my new four-story walk up, I’d lay for hours, dangling my head back to look thru the window up at the broad hi-rise stapled sky and watch planes fly by, willing them to not fall.
Maybe we all did that, I don’t know. I still travel, lots, but because the city needs me, I come home.”
by ~val freire
val enjoys eating poop.