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3/27/2007

The Call

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 11:59 pm

Last week I convinced my boss that we should start having applicants fight a gorilla, because if they can fight a gorilla they can test a game.

The first one we brought in to fight the gorilla was an old friend of mine who needed a job, Psycho B McNall from c3i.  Mostly I wanted to see Psycho B fight a gorilla, so that’s why I brought it up in the first place.

Using our phat MS connections we got one from the zoo, her name was Gracy.  We didn’t feed her for two days, and had her chained up in the back.  We also put her in a dress, so when we went to the back for our coffee we signed to her “You look really fat in that dress.”

She was ready to fight.

Psycho B, on the other hand and as I discussed before is a nut job.  He’s half Irish, half Italian, all Bensonhurst street fighter.  As he was warming up he kept telling me “mylo I’m gonna fuck up this monkey!  You better believe I’m gonna fuck up this monkey!  You tell me to fuck up this monkey and I will fuck up this monkey!”  He points at the gorilla  “savage garden, savage garden, WAHDOOSH!”  For emphasis, he spat a banana in Gracy’s face.

This was going to be awesome.

All of my department circled around them chanting “one gorilla enters, one man leaves, one gorilla enters, one man leaves”

Then my boss gets a call on her cell, she passes it on to me.

It was the call, I knew I was going to be leaving for a bit.  Like two months or so, I knew it was going to be soon.  But my presence was being requested now.

My flight was booked, and I had to go home and pack.

Sighing, I hand over the phone to my boss.  I then go to psycho “B, some people are destined for great things, this is yours.  I have faith in you my old friend, my compadre.  We went through the worst together, but you unfortunately must do this one alone.”  I give him a hug.  “I love you man.”

He hugs me back “I’m gonna fucking kill her for you man!”

“Atta boy psycho.”

I walk out and as the elevator door opens to take me home, I hear Gracy screaming in pain.

I’ll see you guys in two months.



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3/24/2007

Ignore previous post.

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 6:15 pm

It just feels too snotty.

I ain’t nothing. I’m just a guy who wants to go home, who’s frustrated, and is trying to put on a brave face at the moment.



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Right of Return

File under... Exodus — mylo @ 3:25 pm

I always thought that if israel could exist because they happened to be there over a thousand years ago, I should be able to claim my old house, and apartment back.

It’s only fair.

But that’s besides the point, the point is I went looking again today and this time I found a house for rent, in williamsburg. But it was such a depressing house and the ceilings weren’t high enough to hang myself, so I decided that it wasn’t worth it.

Michael Douglas, before he became half of a welsh baby making machine.The other days when I call up Realtors, the conversations come off like the directors cut of Falling down.

“I-want-to-go-home-fucker!” (In a slow barely controlled voice)
“Oh hi Peter, nope nothing yet. Try next week.” (Still incredibly cheery and smug [fuck-hole])
It’s become a joke in my office, the new kid pushed it the wrong way so I dangled a suitcase in his face and dared him to take it. He made a grab so I cracked him in the jaw with a sawed down baseball bat.

As a result my boss made sure I had a week with no dessert (and it was brownies!), put me in the corner, and makes me stay after work copying the dictionary on the whiteboards.

I don’t care if I’m double his size, and he wears glasses! I want some brownies!

So yeah, house. The Realtor had another place I wanted a few days before but the landlord was sick of applications before I had a chance to put in one. Oh it was perfect, the right amount of space, hardwood floors, right location and everything. So as I said, I’m gonna break! But something dawned on me, this is a new ball game. I’m the ‘86 mets, yeah there were some losses, but at the end they won.

I put down the baseball bat and the briefcase, I looked at the Realtor, and I told her that I’ll double the deposit they’re asking. I’m MS now, no longer sweet little mylo at a start up, hoping to catch a break, but now I’m a tiny little cog in a huge mega corp that can buy brooklyn and bulldoze the whole thing.

Jesus that’s scary.

I realized I have some real capital here, that normally I don’t have and if I am now a member of the upper-middle-class instead of the working poor that I have been a member of since my early twenties, it’s about time to start flexing some muscle instead of playing the nice self defeatist guy.

She looks at me “You’re serious?”

“Deadly.”



3/22/2007

No Miracles, Merciful God, or Happy Endings

File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 7:52 pm

Sorry to ruin it for you.  Better you hear it from me than some other fucktard.



3/18/2007

A fucking miracle?

File under... Exodus — mylo @ 7:41 pm

$1300 / 2br - Entire 2nd Floor apartment in Williamsburg

Reply to: see below
Date: 2007-03-17, 3:59PM EDT

Entire 2nd Floor apartment. Convenient location. Same street as Marcy Ave., J, M, Z line. Must be considerate and stably employed.——————————————————–

I just called the guy, it really is in the Burg.  Just south of the Williamsburg Bridge by a block or so.  I’d split the heat in half, he handles electricity.  I don’t know, something is throwing off my mylo senses again.  Do I have to pay for half the heat for the entire building?  That could drive my costs WAY up, but not paying electric though is pretty hot.

And it’s an entire floor.  Of a building!  So it’s gotta be pretty big.  If it’s a share though I’m going to scream.



A day,

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 4:53 pm

I took a little vacation from hunting down an apartment this week.  The whole thing was driving me off of the deep end, and I already have a few things on my plate that drives me insane.

So since tomorrow is pretty much the beginning of the search again, I decided to take a stroll through the village.  A year ago I was much poorer, and since then I’m pretty rich in comparison.  The funny thing is that in some ways I’m really not used to it, and I don’t think I will be for some time.

IE, I picked up two t-shirts on sale, and I still buy underwear from K-mart.  Every time I do so, I can’t help but think “You know I really don’t have to buy clothes from Old Navy anymore.”  But I do anyway because this is what I know, and some horizons I don’t want expanded.  I still would like to travel to all sorts of places (except Japan), and try all sorts of food (except Japanese food), and try new activities (unless they’re Japanese).  But somethings, just don’t feel right (like Japan).
So on the way to the Writers Room, I stopped by a few furniture stores.  It was really weird because I could afford them.  I could afford a really beautiful bed set, with other bedroom furniture, and have enough to spare for a new TV.

This is so strange.

I know I adapted to the idea of I can afford a new place, rather quickly (sort of sometimes I forget), but the idea I can afford like real stuff?

Is this success?  Why does it feel empty sometimes?
As I’m walking on, I see an elderly lady trying to get over a snow drift, she’s really old with a cane.  Someone is trying to help her onto the sidewalk, I stop and help the both of them.

The little old lady sweet as anything, thanked me and called me kind.

That felt better than 100 new beds.



3/17/2007

And a more formal happy st pats to you

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 6:35 pm


Faith and Begorrah

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 1:16 pm

Strange things happend in IrelandSo I’ve been saving something for this day.

When I was in Ireland my connection was sporadic at best, but I kept a diary. There were lots of stuff I wanted to tell all of you but, I couldn’t find the time until now.

So I present, Ireland The Directors Cut an RFNYC joint (yeah BOOOYYEEEEEE).

It’s all the classic mylo assholery american style, in the emerald isle, all true and for you. Don’t believe me, I’ll show you the scars one day.

Oh and for the record, I didn’t have to time to edit it, and finish. After all there is the Rath of Shamus story that I didn’t have time to include.



3/13/2007

Old Friends - Bookends

File under... Day to Day, On Writing — mylo @ 9:18 pm

I’ve been in a real shitty mood since I lost out on that last place, on top of that I received my credit report.

It’s not good. That stint on unemployment did a number on my credit.

I needed to cheer up and quickly, because it was turning into one of those dark ones. I ran into some old friends, sort of.

I found the Sega Genesis Collection, 28 video games that I loved and grew up with. That didn’t do it all the way, though.

Last night I went to get coffee with some other writers in my class, and we discussed some stuff. That didn’t work but what did work was the speaker for my class. He gave me an idea, and it snowballed.

A year ago I was working on a attempt for a novel, the problem was I loved the characters so much, but it in itself wasn’t gelling as a novel. It was a genuine kind of love, the kind of love that made me feel miserable when they were.

I knew I needed a break from this one, a very short break, just so stuff is fresh, plus it was doing the infamous invade my normal conciousness. I mean writing a scene about someone freezing to death is cool. Seeing it around you when there is no reason to, is not. Taking cover when there are helicopters around, also not cool. So I decided to just nail out a short story. I made a few cracks at one, but I wasn’t feeling it. I liked the basic premise, but not the area or the people. It felt put on.

Then the light bulb came on, I’ll use the characters from that original piece. They are still relatively fresh in my mind it’ll be like visiting an old friend! I also have all of my notes, and I know that place really well so the setting will be authentic.
So I’m writing, and I’m on the third page within an hour, by then one of them had an abortion, another one is panhandling/dealing, the third is having a nervous breakdown.

Lovely. I’m starting to realize why I haven’t beaten off the ladies with a stick in a long time, because I really am a sick asshole.



3/9/2007

No loft

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 12:57 pm

Taken.

Fucking taken.

Will I ever be able to go home?



25 year bitch

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 10:44 am

I found this article in the NYTimes.

Essentially, this guy looked for an apartment for 25 years.

25 years!

On his ultimate wish list: a doorman building with a health club, swimming pool, outdoor space, high ceilings, washer-dryer and parking garage.

My god, I’m just happy with heat and hot water included.



More and more tempting

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 12:16 am

Ok, so the mystery involving around 248 McKibbin is getting more interesting.

I litterally know everything involving this building.  I know that it was built in the early 1940s.  I know that it was used until somewhat recently as a sewing factory, in 2003 the owner of it was put away for tax fraud (in 1996).

I know the current owners of the building had it re-zoned, so it is residential, as opposed to 255 McKibbin (the lofts across the street) are very illegal.  I know in apartment 4a there is a club called Drome, which is definately illegal.  However searches about Drome came up nil.  I’m thinking that it’s one of those weekend occasional things (or I’m hoping)

I know that the entire circumfrince of the building is about as big as a football field.  IIt looks like crap, but I just can't help loving it. know it has a roof deck, a organic food store down the street, Life Cafe isn’t too far, it’s 2 blocks from the L train, it has that really cool old school multiglass pane windows, it’s cold in the winter, brick in the apartments, I even know some of the tenant names (it’s like a badge of honor apparently), I know the landlords are cool with reconstructing the place (they’ll be an open call for that one on my myspace page), it has a basement that is used for huge parties and shows, the place is FLOODED with artists, they grill on the roof, and the parties… oh shit there are parties going on almost daily, I can even tell you that in the cafe downstairs (called potion) it takes a half hour to get a bagel toasted and the coffee is good, and it has free wi-fi.

There is one thing I can’t find, at all.  In any of the places where all this information came up.  If the FUCKING APARTMENTS HAVE BATHROOMS OR NOT!!!

Well, hopefully I’ll find that out tomorrow.  I measured out this apartment.  Roughly it’s 300 sq feet.  So the one I want is over 2x bigger than this place.  Considering the party I had last year I was able to fit roughly 20 or so people in here, I’m going to love to see what the anugerial bash can do.  The original loft was 900 square feet roughly so it’s a happy medium.



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