Living in Pittsburgh,

Try to fight me, I'll fucking end you
Try to mess with my boys, I'll fucking deck you
Try to talk to mah girl, I'll fucking punch you through the roof
Try to brush against me in a bar, I'll start a fucking fight
Try to say my mom's a whore, I'll knock you the fuck out
You tout that New England Patriots bullshit and I'll fucking knock your head off.

it's okay with me.

old room, at the beginning.





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Living Alone by H. Donald Cabinet

For the third consecutive Tuesday, I hold a cold bowl of Kashi Good Friends and look through the kitchen window at my un-evacuated garbage can. Several phone calls to City Hall and Municipal Waste, and there it sits. I am just fed up with insincere, smarmy pleasantries on the horn. I set the cereal down, slip into my shearling moccasins from last Christmas, and depart to carry the stinking bags to the dumpster behind the local taproom.

The Start of Something New

So it's been a little under three years since I took the first photographs for "Sound Structures." Now that it's coming to a close and down to just editing, it's time to start something new. When I came up with the idea, I had no idea that it would start this soon or last as long as it has to. So now I've got two overlapping projects, and the scariest part is that the second doesn't have an end in sight - goal, yes. timeline, hardly.

The project is about my dad and me, and I'm not sure if I can shed my need for instant gratification; maybe that's why this post exists. Either way, this is the start of something new, something with an outcome that I can't be completely sure of yet.