Spent last Friday bouncing around a farm in upstate NY in the rain. Funny thing was that the price for 3,441,240 SF farm is about the same as my 1,700 SF apartment.
Came back to hit up a birthday party for my bro at a karaoke joint. Friends, pizza, rum – what’s there not to like? Afterward we went to this rooftop bar in midtown. My liver and I’re on speaking terms again so took it easy.
Feel bad that I didn’t have enough time to spend with my bro but was glad to see him when I could.
Told onea our close friends and favourite people that when I was 14, I was 5’3″ and 185 pounds.
And she told us that she had a little sister that she lost when the sis was 19.
Dunno how y’make it past something like that; how do you overcome that blow?
Let’s you and I never find out, yeah?
|I can only hope
that Some day, some day,
not quite so far away,
the contrails in the sky
match the details in my eye
and I’ll be who
I’m meant to be.
I do believe I would be free
if only these memories would leave.
But then the places of my past
contrast the faces of my mind.
So then I think of them,
and they of me.
I can only hope.
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Location: my pad all day
Music: We stood so tall we caught a plane by the wing and held it