The Werewolf Hotel: March 2013

: day is a swarm of questions, requests, running down the stairs; email failure; lunch at Dos Pinas; meet with SC in the Drawing room, she just finished painting the walls; I’m drinking tea; the streets are glaring in sunlight; man on the 33 rubbing baby lotion on his hands smells like cat piss; get off at Arguelo and walk to Green Apple Books to pick up No Straight Lines and Andrew Johnson The Orphan Master’s Son; walk towards the light down Clement to Fresh & Easy; a toddler on a wooden bike; “They keep asking me where the block goes,” the Mom says; people aimlessly strolling the aisles; forget to use coupons; no one is home and turns out no one is coming for interviews, thankfully; my body is tired; cheese, crackers, and salami for dinner with a glass of red wine; RuPaul’s Drag Race, the roast of RuPaul, and Project Runway.