Austin often tops the allergy lists. When I first moved to the area, I couldn’t go running without developing what felt like a blood-cough but in hindsight was likely something about athsma, I don’t know, my health insurance sucked at the time. I’m at an allergy center today, six years later, getting my first allergy shots. My insurance sucks in a way that benefits me today, so we’re packing six months of buildup shots into two days of 18 shots each day in order to avoid massive copays. I am on all manner of drugs so I don’t die swollen. My eyes feel suspended in a fluid. It’s possible I’ve forgotten how to read and I’m typing this from muscle memory. I’m allergic to cockroaches, dust mites, cedar, ragweeds, grasses, mold, marsh elder, pigweed, red berry juniper, house dust, cats, dogs, feathers, oak. If I was a horse, there is not a rancher in this land who would think twice before putting me down.
long story short I'm just happy to be here
Links: 1) Nik Korpon’s kind review of Museum of the Weird at Outsider Writers Collective supposes that I will find him to be a javelina if we meet. Nonsense, Nik! You are far more like a porcupine. 2) Jesús Ángel García offers his take on the book next to Lindsay Hunter’s Daddy’s at Vol. 1 Brooklyn. I sat next to Hunter on a curb in Brooklyn last week. 3) Meanwhile, at Impose Magazine I’m all talking about Meredith Martinez, Guatamala, the Jonestown tape transcript, Infinite Jest and the Amityville horror.
