Location: 23:07 yest, outside Penn Station
Someone wrote me an email recently saying that she was glad to find another hopeless single. Sweet sentiment and I’m clearly single. But I think I’m the opposite of hopeless.
Almost pathologically, stupidly so. Saw L, Sheridan, and TexasA tonight and had the following conversation while trying to sober up on a Tuesday night.
MiamiK: OK, I like how you did that, but how did you not see that rock on her left hand? I mean it was huge.
Paul: (commiserating) We’ll all been there, we’ve all been there.
Pathological. Because, in my head, there’s always tomorrow.
If you like the music I listen to, or if you want to share some cool-but-not-well-known music, I started a music community. Come with?