Location: my living room
Music: I know exactly how he feels
Me: You’ll meet her Friday – don’t tell me what you think of her.
Friday was Paul’s B-day so we headed down to our usual joint. Some shots, some rum, some conversation. The usual NYC twirl. Bumped into a curly-haired blond downtown and she said “Excuse you,” with a big toothy smile. I smiled back politely but slipped out the door with Heartgirl by 1AM.
Spent mosta Saturday and all of Sunday by myself. Me time is always a good time. Chatted with PCD online for a bit.
Her: I kind of feel that I…I just got swept up in my own life. How weird is that? To get swept away by your own life?
At the party, met a friend that was easing into single life as I was easing out. One minute, I’m 27 and walking outta the Harbor Hotel in Beijing to a waiting car wearing Valentino and a Speedmaster. The next minute, I’m 33 and out both a girlfriend and all of my scratch. Then the next hot minute, I’m here. Telling my secrets to reeds and strangers. And thinking of a girlie I didn’t know existed before 4/7/2008.
The problem with being half-asleep all of time is that reality and dreams blur. There’ve been plenty of times I thought something was something, but just turned out to be a lotta nuthin. Kinda wonder if this’ll all just turn out to be nuthin at all. Man…that would suck.
Supposed to be the coldest weather here in NYC in 15 years. But I’m leaving this week for sunnier climates and’ll, thankfully, miss it.
I’ll write when I can.
YASYCTAI: Get ridda mosta your jerks. Screw em. (time/3 pts)