I’ve been reading about the history of Hells Kitchen all day. If there’s one thing I want to read in the next few weeks, it’s ‘How The Other Half Lives.’ I can’t believe dumb hippies tried to change the name Hells Kitchen to Clinton. Yuck. Thank Christ that didn’t happen. So……….New Year. It’s gonna be so dead, I can’t wait. Dead, back in the mid 1800s was slang for ‘excellent,’ I wasn’t gonna say that but now you know…………..more Hells Kitchen history facts……..
So I need a New Years resolution, something that would be an improvement on every level of my life. I need to keep thinking about it. I have to get a book published this year!!! It fucking has to happen. I’ve had 47 day jobs, folks, fortyfuckinseven. Soon to be 48, but hopefully I’ll be working in Hells Kitchen. I want to spend a lot of time there and really get to know the area, the area that used to be referred to as Abattoir Place especially. I wanna have a picnic on the High Line, too. I think I’m finally falling in love with New York. It’s taken a while. I think because I’m personal and being new to this city was like walking into a crowded room when everyone’s talking at once, and I just want to get to know one person at a time. With New York it’s like that, because there’s so many different areas and stuff to take in. I like to breathe things in slowly, I’m from The South, where flavor is as important as getting full………….
So my next book, Who Killed Skinny James, will take place in Hells Kitchen, and part of it in St. Francisville, another beautiful place in Louisiana. I’ve been reading The Myrtles Plantation, pretty creepy stuff.
Last night I saw King Kong – she should have jumped after King Kong was shot and took his fall.
That would have been true romance and a happy ending to me, at least.