The end?

If you've noticed, I haven't posted since returning to school. Unfortunately, this semester has brought with it creative outlets that aren't this blog. That's great news for me, but shitty news for you. Shitty news because you won't see much going on here. I'm officially making bad on my promise to turn my unproductive blogging habits around. I'm quitting while I'm far behind, which is so much more satisfying that quitting while you're ahead. I won't take down the site, because my second post was that good, because Danger: Diversion is a sweet ass domain, and because "you never know". I'd say check back every couple months; there might be a little suttin suttin waiting. Thanks for sticking with it while it lasted. Really though, it was fun wandering aimlessly along the dangerous road to diversion with you.

I've said this so many times, and this will be the last, but you'll find a committed blogger who is actually good at what he does here. Click on his ads. He didn't ask me to do this.
*しゃしんのクレジット

Billions and billions of specks

Heading back to school tomorrow. Calling Carl Sagan to help me pack:

Some times

Sometimes, you see a friend.
Sometimes, you go to a museum because they have stuff to look at.
Sometimes, contemporary art makes you thirsty (first for water, then for booze).
Sometimes, you pick a restaurant and hope the waitress thinks you're cute enough for the drink menu.
Sometimes, she thinks so.
Sometimes, it happens to be the last ten minutes of happy hour and drinks are half price.
Sometimes, when drinks are half price, you can get two, which is enough (you'll see).
Sometimes, the night draws to an end and it's time to head home.
Sometimes, you feel a little drunk.
Sometimes, you are a little drunk.
Sometimes, you are a lot.
Sometimes, especially when you're a lot drunk, the subway comes sooner than you expected.
Sometimes, the guy sitting across from you is a little creepy, and you get sick of looking at the floor, so you close your eyes.
Bad idea.
Sometimes, when you would normally wake up and get off at the right station, you don't.
Sometimes, you keep sleeping for another ten stops.
Sometimes, you wake up at Kings Highway (deep) and you're the only one in the subway car.
Sometimes, you're still drunk so it doesn't matter one bit.
Sometimes, running for the train on the other platform gives you a rush of adrenaline.
Sometimes, missing that train lets you enjoy the rush, outside and alone, on the most comfortable wooden bench you've sat in.
Sometimes, riding home from the other direction brings new perspective.
Sometimes, the only other person on the train is this guy:

Sometimes, he's the best company you could ask for.

A new decade. Good luck.