B O N D P H O N E.
Words and pictures by Chris Lamb.

Sitting in a scrap of park in the West Village, just breathing. trying to will my arms and legs to stop feeling like vapor trails look. The trouble with momentum is slowing down and starting back again. Cigarettes help, lending focus and rhythm to the rest of it. Or so I tell myself.

There's a comics site interested in the column idea mentioned a few posts down; once again the genius of drunk meetings shines through. I'm avoiding saying more out of fear of jinxing myself, really. All my susperstitions I made up just now. Fliers for Submissions to THE STRANGER NYC will hit the town soon, "soon" being when I have a chance to walk around and tape them up. I'll put the text of the one I wrote here soon with the rest of the information.

The shoot, or my part of it, is finished. David Ellis used his go at painting to go all old Japanese cloud - slash - wall mural freestyle, or something better than the words I can come up with. It's hard to describe what I've seen this last week, from the artist's work to the rough cuts to Paul's bit part as janitor turned stop motion performance piece. Those of you with magic television boxes keep an eye out for Labor Day.

Real jobs start now, as the last of the theft-scheme-caper-heist plan unfolds. Back to staying alive and writing in the dark, gulping down coffee and cigarettes on midnight walks to keep my head straight.

posted by chris  # 3:54 PM