Attention friends, readers and stalkers, this is a map of where I’ve been for the past few weeks. That other service Plazes by Yahoo is not nearly as good internationally so I switched over.
Google’s gonna take over the world.
A lot’s going on and I’m still sorting but click the map above for some details.
Today was insanely painful for a multitude of reasons but I think things will work out. I’m sad and angry but clear-headed (probably for the first time in months).
I had dinner in Austria last night, breakfast in Germany, lunch in Belgium and dinner in New York. Eight countries in about 10 days. Crazy, yeah? Lemme sort a bit and I’ll give you the highlights.
I came back to a whirlwind of business and personal problems but I think I’m ready for them.
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I may stop dating for a while.
My mind’s focused on making enough scratch to live like I’ve been living for the past week.
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.
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.
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.
Men get their ticket punched earlier at 72.2 years.
To put this into better perspective:
Women live for 28,871 days
Men live for 26,280 days.
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.
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 Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
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.
Met another woman and asked her to draw a picture for me
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 Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
