May 16, 2008.

It struck me today that these notebooks will likely become my greatest asset. This occurred to me while gazing at bullshit in Waterstone's, and I immediately felt an overwhelming need to get somewhere and write. I paid for my slightly embarrassing purchase and left, Soho Square just around the corner. Choose a bench - a man plays accordion nearby, I pass a guy who looks like the type I usually end up in bed with - and promptly sit down in fresh bird shit. An Oxfam worker comes up to me, asking me to pledge my allegiance to their latest cause. I lie and say I've already signed up. I don't have the heart to say FUCK OFF I'M BUSY, I know how hard their hustle is and I honestly admire it, as long as it's directed at someone other than me. Stop poverty? Sure. Save the world? Yeah, cool, but right after I'm done here. This is likely the kind of attitude that will be humanity's undoing, but there also seem to be plenty of purple t-shirted saints around to pick up my karmic slack. Bless them, every one.