15 March 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Went to 323 W. 39th Street, 7th floor to participate in "Strangers in the Dark," a project by Bengala, Dan Gleason's friends.  Got locked in a dusty carpeted box and smelled another man's cum.

Next to the elevator, I tore a strip of paper advertising a sublet.  Scarlett, scarho@yahoo.com.  I shoved it into my pocket.

After this experience, on the train, a surly-looking girl gave me a smile and told me she liked my hat as she walked out the door.

I got home around 8 and Bob was watching Coffee and Cigarettes.  That's interesting, because last night, I signed in for work at Post Factory and the name above mine was J. Jarmusch.  Guess his new one's in post-production.  Jason says he was stuck in the elevator with him the other day and it was awkward.