I could leave it all behind.
As long as I had my blue skies, I think I could deal with pretty much anything.
Location: Munich, Germany
Mood: content
Music: right now we’re in the sun
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if only for just a bit. Me on the west coast of France.
Trying to update. Not easy, these Europeans aren’t up on the wifi.
Be back soon enough. Trying to send out e-postcards but see previous paragraph.
It’s rough, I’ll fix when I’m back.
Location: on a ship in the Netherlands
Mood: content
Music: the truth? You know I’d do it all again
I lent a friend some money because she was going through a divorce and was in a bind. It’s not like I had that much spare scratch but I figured that she was good for it so I borrowed some dough against the cards and gave it to her.
I stopped by her place cause I haven’t heard from her and was worried. Apartment was empty. She up and left. I’ve known her seven years. She didn’t even say sorry.
On the same day, I took the last straw from another friend too. I’ve known him since the 90s. The very last straw.
What a day. It was…indescribable.
Then I got a call from the guy that gave me the gig in Mancini Duffy a decade ago.
Him: Dude, how’ve you been?
Me: (stunned) What made you call? I haven’t heard from you in years.
Him: I dunno. (laugh) I got the urge to call.
Then Bryson called me.
Him: Hey brother, thought I’d see how you were.
Me: I can’t even tell you.
Him: (pause) Tell me.
When you keep cutting your friends, you end up with the ones that matter. I guess that’s something, yeah?
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I’ll be posting a lot of pictures – still a work in progress. I wanted to write more, but I drank my night away.
I really gotta go.
I feel terrible here.
Location: 12AM, getting a free drink on the UWS
Mood: indescribable
Music: Some glad morning when this life is o’er I’ll fly away Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
Dunno if you know about this guy Stanislav Petrov but he saved humanity by pretty much doing nothing. I like Heroes as much as the next guy but this, as real life, is something else.
To make a long story short, due to a bunch of insane coincidences, the Soviet Union ’round this time in ’83 thought the US launched all our nukes at them and he was ordered to counterstrike with all of their nuclear weapons.
He refused. Because he wasn’t insane.
He knew we wouldn’t have launched against them for the same reasons. Then, he lost his career for saving the world. How’s that for a thank you?
I too did almost nothing today but I didn’t save humanity because of it.
Did manage to get a haircut though.
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I’m going to Oktoberfest on my own for the last three days and I just spent the last three hours trying to book a hotel.
My German has gone to crap.
Location: mentally, over there
Mood: tired but excited
Music: do the good thing hey hey I saved the world today
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Yesterday, I was out with Nadi and we were drinking until 3AM. The waitress, Heidi, comped us two pitchers of beer. Today, I went back with two other friends and pounded another three pitchers.
Told the girl I was with that prior to 2006, I only ever kissed seven girls. She seemed to not believe me.
But it’s true.
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More fun with math – new numbers for US life expectancy:
To put this into better perspective:
Been kicking here for roughly 12,500 days.
In other words, I’m about halfway there to finding out if God’s there or not. If I find out, I’ll try and email you. Maybe less. Maybe more. I guess it’ll depend on how much sleep I get and how accident-prone I’m gonna be.
Regardless, it’s so damn short, isn’t it?
You and I, man, we can’t sit around waiting for our real lives to begin. The race is long, yes but not long enough.
Never long enough.
Location: 12AM, 72nd Street, asking her how her week was
Mood: contemplative
Music: And I was lost for words In your arms
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I’m going to Paris on Friday.
Then Nantes, Groningen, and Rotterdam, three blurry days for Oktoberfest in Munich, then Brussels, Innsbruck, Dover, and London.
Work, in a manner of speaking. My somewhat peculiar and particular skill set.
What it is doesn’t matter.
Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go…
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If you send me your email address, Fiona and I’ll send you a postcard.
Location: 2AM with Nadi and Anne on my porch
Mood: completely sotted
Music: This life would just be so easy
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Him: All expenses paid. Interested?
Me: What am I an idiot? I’m in.
If I get it (or I don’t) I’ll tell you soon. Friday at the latest.
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Was out a lot this weekend. Hazel, Bryson, Gio and I went out till 4AM on Thursday night (when I met this girl) and then my brother was in town for the weekend.
I need a weekend for my weekend.
The Grey-Eyed Girl invited a bunch of us out to a party the other day. It was for an ivy league grad thingy and I assumed everyone there was from NYC.
So I end up spending some time with these two really nice girls. Here’s our conversation after we swap info.
Me: So if you’re 24, I’ve gotta think your friend’s like 18.
Girl1: She’s 28.
Me: (shocked) You’re kidding me.
Girl2: It’s the Asian genes.
Me: (nodding) Nice.
Girl2: So what are you? 24?
Me: (laughing) 34.
Girl2: (shocked) You’re kidding me.
Me: It’s the Asian genes.
Girl2: (nodding) Nice.
Me: So are you here for the birthday party?
Girl1: Oh no, we’re just in town from Boston for the weekend.
Me: (laughing) Of course you are.
Never a dull moment.
Location: underneath a ceiling fan in Queens
Mood: tired but hopeful
Music: been happy lately thinking about the good things to come
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Her: Will you call her?
Me: Possibly. These thing are hit or miss.
Her: But you got her number, right?
Me: Better.
Her: Better?
Me: I told her to draw a picture of herself. This way, I’ll know which one she is.
Location: 2AM, Sway
Mood: Sotted
Music: That pretty red dress
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He’s been busy and so have I; plus we don’t have the requisite scratch for another ep of 72nd to Canal (if you happen to have 22 grand lying around, shoot me an email). We haven’t seen each other in a bit – life just gets in the way.
But his girl checked in with me today (she’s a sweetheart) and I recalled one of my more interesting conversations with him.
Him: Six months?
Me: Well…yeah, pretty much…
Him: Wow. I think I’d explode.
Me: Dude, it’s not that bad. I think I could make a year.
Him: That’s in-sane! One year?!?
Me: Oh yeah, I’m like a camel. I wanna wait until I find someone I really like.
Him: You’re not getting any younger, man. And no one lies on their deathbed thinking, Oh, I’m glad I didn’t hit that when I was 34.
Me: (shrugging) I’m ok. Plus, have you seen me lately?
Him: (scoffing) I’m looking right at ya – you should take what your goblin ass can get.
Location: 10PM yest, Broadway & 82nd, wondering
Mood: hard to say
Music: we notice you don’t come around
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Please leave a pirate-sounding comment.
Location: an office I pay way too much for
Mood: tired
Music: Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
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