B has my wallet, so I can stop eating Oreos and pacing. My identity was not stolen, so I'm stuck with it for the time being. Anyone want it? While I was eating Oreos and pacing, in a state, I called C in New York. C's roommate is moving out, freeing up a snug bedroom the size of a coffin, and I'm thinking of moving in and taking New York by storm, and by that of course I mean loitering in front of the Cooper Union offering free blowjobs to cute little art fags fresh off the bus from Topeka. I've always wanted to live in New York. New York offers scales of failure so breathtaking as to dwarf all other metropolitan varieties of personal defeat. I don't see how I can really be said to fail until I've flamed out in the world's greatest city. Failure in New York can count as success elsewhere, and failure elsewhere often does not even register as an event in New York, such are New York's rigorous standards in the areas of occurrence and existence. I think I could successfully fail in New York. I know that sounds conceited.