The Path To Porn is back. I will only use this access to capture pornography in a more elegantly-filmed way than I did last time. I’ll start with a focus on the Empire State Building, then slowly pan down from that iconic image to a video of a woman being assfucked by a horse on a LinkNYC kiosk. This will make me famous. Hah.
My new credit card contains the magic number: 181. I think I’m going to like this credit card.
I started writing an email to the hacker dude. It felt wrong. This is not what I do. I do not solicit attention or publicity. On a street-level basis I consider myself invisible. In public life I think it is tacky and hopeless to ask for attention.
I am listening to his show now with the intention of deciding if I should contact him. Or not. The first time I tuned in I thought it sounded fervent. Last time I tuned in it sounded spastic and adolescent. I had imagined being interviewed by this guy in a 60 Minutes style. Nah. They all say “uh, uh, um” a lot.
But still, I might go to the next meetup of these folks next month. Or I might just spy on it, since it is in a public space on Third Avenue.
Yet another gut-uplifting day on the kiosks. I went out in the rain and torrential winds to find the Path To Porn, and I found it. Never let it be said that I do not suffer for my art.
