I ‘accidently’ won the little guy in a game at a street fair in brooklyn. Getting beaten by 7 years olds in a game of throwing ping pong balls in tiny jars was a lot of fun but when I scored one myself - the guy just handed me a goldfish! A LIVE fish!!! Had a dinner and a show planned for the rest of the evening - and I wasn’t about to change my plans. So, naturally the little guy tagged along in his fancy, spanshy, wabbly plastic bag. (he did seem to enjoy front row seat to hip indie music. that’s how i knew he’d need a cool name to go along w/ his good taste…)

For weeks he was housed in a plastic food container and was occasionally fed only bread crubs. His master was to busy to look after him. He didn’t even have a name. Surprisingly he outlasted master’s general lack of attention and care to living things around him and soldered on like a trooper!

Then one day he got a new place, nutritious flakes, plants, an electric water pump, anti-cloride solution for clean water, an overhead light! At first he was quite distrustful of my suddent attention, but as soon as I took out the camera, he forgot all about his misgiving and generously showed off his lovely self. SO vain!

Its half past 1 in the morning and I’m not home yet. Last time I saw Allen was 8 am in the morning. I miss him. No wait, that’s not accurate. I’m curious to see how he’s doing.

May be I should go home.