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Syzygy

You held your breath and the door for me

Me: That’s a syzygy.

Her: What’s that?

Me: It’s a word that modifies two words different. Like Alanis Morisette’s song Head Over Feet where she says, “You held your breath and the door for me.” The syzygy is the word held that modifies “your breath,” in a figurative sense and ‘the door,” in a literal sense.

Me: I don’t know why I know that. I don’t know why I know most of the things I know.

Her: I’d guess that you were trained your whole life to remember facts and figures that you’ve read but not things that you experienced.

Me: (sighing) And that’s what sucks: I remember jokes about salmon and Janet, and what a syzagy is but…I can’t remember things about my dad…

…and Alison…

…and I so wish I could remember more. I don’t have enough.

Her: (nodding) I’m sorry, Logan. But, it’s cool that you know all these rando facts.

Me: I’d much rather be like normal people and remember…so many things I’ve forgotten.

I’ve forgotten more life than most people have lived.

Suppose that’s why I take so many pictures of such rando things.

Because I only remember things that don’t mean anything to anyone, not even me.

And not the things that don’t mean anything to anyone…except for me.

Location: in front of the tele, watching Monarch
Mood: wistful
Music: You are the bearer of unconditional things (Spotify)
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It might be her

Conversations with Sara

When I first met Sara, she was the Firecracker and I was trying to impress her.

Me:… And I have no debt.
Her: Ooooh, stop it with your dirty talk.

Like all relationships, after a certain amount of time, our conversations have become a lot more pedestrian.

Her: (panting from a hard run) So. Gross.
Me: Someone deserves a glass of iced tea.
Her: God, I hope it’s me.
Me: (laughing) Might just be, might just be…

I think that’s the reason why people always like new relationships.

Because it’s always so interesting to find out about another person.

But, when you’re with someone that’s as old as I am, I think that (a) there’s always something new to learn about me, and (b) I’m always interested in the little things that make someone uniquely them.

Me: (laughing at her hair curlers) I was not aware of this prior to our getting married.
Her: (still not looking at me) Hey, Logan.
Me: Yeah?
Her: Aren’t you the guy with multiple containers of other – used – containers.
Me: Well, I wouldn’t say multiple.
Her: Oh yeah? There’s the box in your closet, the bags in the front closets, the containers on the wall… So yeah, multiple. Leave my curlers alone.
Me: I’m Asian! We all have bags of bags!

The thing is that we’ve led such different lives that I find her endlessly fascinating.

The hope, of course, is that she continues to find me and my life interesting enough to stick around and we can continue to grow together.

Her: (to the Frenchman’s wife) Logan has a box of bags and a bag of bags, you know.
Frenchman’s wife: Wait, you don’t? We have a bag of bags…
Me: (interrupting) Ah-HA! Vindicated! Asians united!

Well, that’s the hope, anywho…

Location: my room, writing this and video chatting with the Scenic Fights fellas
Mood: grateful
Music: damn, those eyes, they get me every time (Spotify)
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The things he carried

What they represent

The stuff I took from my sister a few weeks ago deserves its own entry here, but I wanted to talk about some things that I found that brought back so many memories.

See, I recall the picture of my mom that you see above, and the vocab cards were always in his wallet.

I didn’t know about the other two pictures.

It reminded me of the picture of my son’s sonogram that Alison carried around in her filofax.

She must have looked at that image a million times and dreamt of the life that she and he would have together.

Fuck.

But this entry isn’t about her but about my dad.

This Father’s Day, the kid gave me this card that he wrote up in Chinese school.

He kept his promise from Mother’s Day and handed me the card you see below.

Just like with the Mother’s Day card he gave me, he wrote on this one: Happy, happy, happy.

Only, this time, it really was. He handed it to me beaming.

Me: Why did you write, “Happy, Happy, Happy?”
Him: (shrugging) I dunno. Why aren’t you going to read it now?
Me: Because it’s not Father’s Day just yet. I wanna have something to read that day.
Him: Oh, ok!

And I saved it for that day, which is its own entry.

I think children don’t really know what their parents truly carry around with them.

Alison and my dad both carried around physical pictures of the things that they loved because that was the time they were born in – there were no smartphones, no jpegs, no MP4 files, no digital flashcards.

So, they picked the most special things to carry with them and those were my dad’s

I know that Alison stared at that sonogram a million times throughout the day.

My dad looked at my brother and me so many times that he had to laminate the picture you see above.

And the picture of all three kids was folded, so I know he kept it in his wallet.

Finally, that picture of my mom always made me realize just how much he loved her.

I’m guessing that he looked at that picture of my mom – prior to him cutting it – and thought:

She looks so beautiful. But this isn’t a good picture. I’ll just cut out her face because I want to look at it while I’m busy at work.

Now, I totally made up that conversation with my dad to himself.

But, lemme tell you, I would bet my entire pad that I’m 100% right.

Because he only had eyes for her – everything else could go away.

My dad wasn’t perfect, but he taught me how to be a good father and husband without talking about either.

He just did it – meaning he just was a good dad and was a good husband – so I could copy him.

I think those are the best dads and the kind I hope I am, or at least could be.

I told you, decades ago, that:

You don’t love a picture because of the paper it’s printed on.

You love a picture for what it represents.

These are the pictures and things my father loved.

As for us, we are so very lucky; I have an entire phone that has access to thousands of pictures and videos – of Sara, of the kid, of my family, of Alison.

I carry my phone wherever I go, which means that I carry them wherever I go.

My dad carried less than I did, I carry more than he did, but we loved every single one of them the same way.

And he carried those vocabulary cards because he loved learning and I love learning because he did.

Just like him, I always carry something that will make me a little smarter than I was yesterday.

Just like I carry him with me.

Sara: You ok?
Me: Yeah. (pause) I just miss my dad.
Her: Yeah. (thinking) What do you want for dinner tomorrow?
Me: (brightening) Oh man, carbs! Like maybe pasta? Or sushi? Or…noodles? I know! Indian food – rice, bread, potatoes…yeah.
Her: (laughing) It’s Father’s Day. You can have all that.
Me: Thanks, baby. (sighing) Thanks.
Her: (nodding gently) Anytime, Logan Lo. Anytime.

Location: Chinatown…with all the carbs
Mood: wistful
Music: 上を向いて歩こう (Spotify)
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Seeing my mom when I can

Chopstick envy

We went out to see my mom this past weekend for two reasons:

    1. The first was that it would be the last time for the kid to see his cousins for the rest of the summer and they wanted to hang.
    2. But the second was that my mom’s getting older and that’s something that I’m only now really seeing/accepting.

So, I’m trying to see and talk to her as long as I can.

When my dad passed, I saw him age in front of me as the cancer took away the energetic man I knew my whole life.

I’m always been accused of dying my hair (the white hairs I have belie this accusation), but my dad had pretty black hair until the cancer and the treatments squeezed every last bit of life outta him.

Sorry, I was telling you about my weekend.

This always happens. Don’t mind me.

So, yeah, I went out to see my mom this week.

My mom was at church in the AM, and my sis was busy so Sara, the kid, and I took the train out to Flushing and decided to head over to the New World Food Mall on Main Street, which is always a good time.

It was supposed to thunderstorm that day but the day we went, the weather was just perfect.

I always over-order food as I forget that, while the kid loves to eat like I do, he’s still a kid and can only physically eat so much.

Like Sara, he’s been on a hand-pulled noodle kick lately.

Me: You really want noodles on a day as hot as today?
Him: Yeah!
Me: (sigh) OK, guess I’m having carbs.

This is the auntie cooking up his food.

I kinda want a pair of chopsticks that long.

Chopstick envy, I suppose.

Sara, meanwhile, got herself a Beijing savory crepe called a jianbing.

Below is a video I found showing how it’s made.

Sara: Oh, my guy made mine much prettier.

She wasn’t wrong, it looked and tasted amazing.

She only had half, and my kid only had half of his meal so I ended up eating what they couldn’t, which is what I wanted as I didn’t wanna haul food around with me on a hot summer day.

We ended up taking the bus to my mom’s because we still needed to kill an hour and because the kid wanted to ride it.

We got to my mom’s where the kid lived his best life.

Him: Can I get wet?
Me: Well, I guess if…
Him: YAY, thanks, papa! (runs off)
Me: (to myself) …you can maybe get some clothes from auntie.

The other amazing thing was that my sister found this briefcase that I’d not seen in decades.

I realize now that it was my dad’s go-bag of important documents – you know, birth certificates, deeds, passports, etc.

Finding stuff from my dad is like finding treasure these days.

It’s funny, when your dad’s alive a stack of papers is just a stack of papers but once he’s gone, dude…

But that’s a whole entry of its own so I’ll tell you about more of that some other time.

For now, I got to see my mom.

I don’t put up pictures of her for two reasons: (a) I wanna respect her privacy but also because (b) while I still find her beautiful, the woman I see isn’t what I see in my head when I think of her.

That’s also a story for another time.

We ended the evening with dinner, where I got my usual huge platter of Greek food before heading back.

When we finally got home, we got the absolute worst surprise waiting for us – which is why I didn’t post this past Sunday.

I’ll tell you all about it in the next entry.

Location: my pad, unfortunately
Mood: grossed out…so, so, so, so grossed out
Music: you’re not wanted anywhere (Spotify)
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An unexpected trip to Queens

A Chinese Chicken Gryo / Shawarma

Me: Why didn’t you answer you phone?!!
Mom: I didn’t hear it ring!
Me: For over an hour!?

My sister was inspired by our trip to Taiwan, so she took her kids there for Spring Break.

So, when she rang me, I assumed that it was to tell me something fun.

Instead, it was to tell me that her husband hadn’t heard from my mom in a few hours.

Without giving too much detail away, essentially, my mom forgot where she parked her car and decided to take an outrageously long walk home(ish).

With the help of my brother-in-law – thank goodness he was home – she made it home and found her car but not until hours later.

Out of an abundance of caution, and because I always, always, always regret not seeing Alison and my dad every chance I could, I woke up bright and early the next day to see her.

Because it was so early, I took the same route I took to return home to Queens from high school – it had been years since I’d taken that route home.

It was faster than I remembered.

Maybe it was because I had my laptop and could do work, and that made the commute a lot faster.

I remember that my dad would sometimes be waiting in the car at the subway station for me.

I looked at the place he would usually park for reasons I can’t explain.

Dunno why I do things like that.

Stupid, really.

But in some reality, he’s still alive and he’s waiting for me.

I digress…

Me: I’m just worried about you.
Her: What’s there to worry about? I forgot where I parked my car is all. It’s not that big a deal.
Me: I dunno, mom.
Her: It’s fine, it’s fine. Did you eat yet? Lemme make you something to eat.
Me: It’s ok, I’m not hungry.

That last part was true.

Literally, the only time I’m ever not hungry is when I’m worried. And I was worried about my mom.

Didn’t stay long. It took me 90 minutes to get to her, but I only stayed for 45 mins because I had so much to do.

Just wanted to see and hug her.

If you can see and hug your mom, you absolutely should.

Since I was in Queens, I remembered that I saw this Instagram short about this dude in Flushing Queens selling this 2000-year-old Chinese gyro / shawarma thingy – and you know what a sucker I am for those things – and I decided to get one before I headed back home.

Essentially, I saw that she seemed like herself and my hunger came roaring back.

 

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So, I went there, waited in a short line, and ordered one.

$6. Chicken with a ton of cumin.

The bread was like a cross between a crossiont and phylo sheet. It was pretty delicious, I gotta say.

Realized, as I ate it at noon or so, that it was the very first thing I’d eaten all day – it was my first bite of food in 18 hours.

When Alison and my dad got sick, I dropped down to 140 pounds. I was skin and bones.

I know that I should spend as much time with my mom while I can.

Just don’t wanna think about things like that.

So, I think about stupid things like 2,000 year old Chinese gyros and push all that doubt to the side of my mouth.

Location: the gym, trying to impress this hot blonde
Mood: meditative
Music: we brave beestings and all (Spotify)
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Differently from me

An accident and loads better

Sara experiences the world a little differently than I do.

Her: Do you want an almond cookie?
Me: Sure. Where’d you get it from?
Her: I was downtown and I got lunch and the cashier pulled them out of the case and handed them to me. I got one for each of the boys too.
Me: (laughing) It pays to be a hot blonde.

Then literally the next day.

Her: Hey, I got you a Boston Cream donut.
Me: Sweet, thanks! How come?
Her: (shrugging) I dunno. I got a Dunkin and the guy at the counter just handed it to me.
Me: What is happening here?!
Her: Oh, they’re just being nice.
Me: That is so whack.
Her: (rolling eyes) Whack? The 80s called, Logan. They want their word back
Me: OK, that’s just rude.
Her: Do you want the donut or not?
Me:…yes. Lemme get some peanut butter.

This happens to her all the time.

Speaking of the 80s, it reminds me a little of this old sketch – that I saw LIVE with my brother when we were little kids – on Saturday Night Live in 1984 with Eddie Murphy where he’s in whiteface and experiences the world as a white guy and is shocked at how the other half lives.

Kinda feel that I’d experience life really differently as well if I were in her shoes.

Think of all the free carbs…!

In other news, I had to pick up some milk for the kid after the gym tonight, so I went to the supermarket that’s open late just south of my pad and, when I exited the subway, I was greeted with the aftermath of an accident.

Someone was not having a good night.

Her: Whacha gonna write about tonight?
Me: I dunno. I think it’s gonna be about you.
Her: Me? What about me?
Me: How you always get free crap while the rest of us losers don’t.
Her: Oh, stop. That’s a rarity.
Me: It happened two days in a row! And it happens all the time.
Her: (waves hand dismissively then brightens) I know! You can write how much you love me, how you can’t stand to be apart from me, and how your life is just loads – LOADS – better now that we’re married and I’m in it.
Me: I’ll get right on it.
Her: You do that, Logan Lo.

Location: the supermarket, looking for the last half-gallon of whole milk in the joint
Mood: exhausted
Music: Then be with me all the way (Spotify)
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Italian for Chinese New Year

Queens and New Jersey

The kids had week off for winter break and I also wanted to see my mom as well as A-MIL, but the only day that worked for everyone was Monday.

So, I rented a car and we all piled in and headed out to see my mom first out in Queens.

Sara and I dropped the kids off with my sister first because we had to return some things that we ended up not using for our cocktail party.

But this was a good thing because it was also my nephew’s birthday and Sara’s kid wanted to show him how to hack something together with a Raspberry Pi – which my brother and I got for him – and they did they did.

Sister: I can’t believe it…he finally has it!

It was a huge hit.

Seeing how big all the kids are getting is a big kick in the head. Very bittersweet.

Because Sara and her kid were there, my mom insisted on cooking some of my favourite dishes.

I told her not to go to any trouble – especially because we were driving out to see A-MIL for dinner – but she did anywho.

The real issue is that my mom’s an amazing cook and I can’t say no to her food.

Sara: Should you really be having more of that?
Me: No. (taking more food) But I’m doing it anyway.

My favourite thing about that day with my mom, however, was spending about an hour going through old pictures with her and asking questions – questions that I never asked my dad but should have.

Me: Wait, you lived in Manhattan when you first came to the US?
Her: Yes. For just a short while and then we moved to Queens, and the upstate.
Me: Wait, what?!

I found this picture online of where they moved to.  I never lived there but my brother did.

It was torn down 11 years after I was born.

There’s a lot more I wanna tell you about that, but I’ll tell you some other time.

Afterward, we all piled into the whip and headed west to NJ to see A-MIL as the kid wanted to spend the week chilling with his grandparents.

We made it out there in pretty good time and then headed out to this really great Italian restaurant that I’d never been to.

A-MIL was really awesome with Sara’s kid, which I knew she would be; good souls are good souls, and you should always keep them around.

Me: This place is great – 15 years, mom, and you’ve never taken me here!
Her: (laughing) Well, I’ve never come on a Monday – didn’t know about the lobster special.

Which is exactly what we ordered…

The kid ordered a huge adult chix parm and killed the whole thing – this is AFTER he had a full lunch at my mom’s.

He’s def my kid but I do worry that I’m a bad influence on him.

I do eat quite a bit, but I also work out constantly – he’s ok because he’s so active as a kid but that’s not gonna last forever.

But I suppose there’s enough to worry about as a parent.

Afterward, we made the trek home, with the kid staying in NJ. Already miss him.

Have a new project I’ve been working on – I’ll tell you more about it once I make some headway on it.

Location: Chinatown (again – look, it’s the holidays)
Mood: stuffed
Music: One good day of the week and I’ll be up again (Spotify)
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Run for your children

You made it

Him: Look… (holds up belt)
Me: What? HEY – you got it! That’s my boy!

This was a pretty busy week, kid-wise.

First, the kid got a new BJJ belt, which he’s been hoping for for quite a while now.

Then I went to another one of his publishing parties at his school – it was nice that he was so happy to see me.

Then we dropped down to 0 degrees Fahrenheit with wind chill this past weekend in the city and we had a full day shoot at my old gym.

Me: Whoa! Why’s it so cold?
Him: The heat’s out.
Me: Get outta here.

It was way worse in that everyone else got to wear sweatshirts and hoodies, but I had to do all six hours in a tee-shirt.

I was absolutely miserable.

For serious, one of the guys was literally wearing his entire outer wear AND his costume while setting up while I’m in a tee-shirt.

Director: Whoa, your hands are turning blue.
Me: (teeth chattering) I am not unaware…also, I hate you.

Normally, I’m one of the fastest of the bunch to shoot his scenes but, because I was absolutely freezing, I kept messing up my lines.

Me: By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed by Ghostface…
Director: You can’t say killed.
Me: Goddammit! OK. Sorry. “By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed…”
Director: You can’t say killed.
Me: Goddammit! OK. Sorry. “By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed” – GODDAMMIT!

Repeat about 20 times.

But I had to get my lines done because I had to make the kid’s recital, which was supposed to be at 5PM waaaaaaayyy uptown.

Because I wasn’t gonna make it, I wrote Sara and asked her to talk to his guitar teacher and ask if he could push it back 20 minutes to 5:20.

As soon as I cranked out that stupid line, I dashed up there, RAN outta the subway station (in boots, on ice, carrying a ton of gear and frying pan (part of the shoot)) and into the church where he was the next kid up.

Just made it.


At 1:52, there was a slight glitch with the video, sorry, but otherwise, it’s pretty good, I think?

Watch the video and catch the ending, where he saw that I came.

Little things like that make everything worth it.

Mood: still brrrrrrrrrrr
Music: Leave all your love and your longing behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive (Spotify)
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A Wedding Cocktail Party

A party in the West Village

Sara and I debated whether or not to do something here in the states to celebrate our marriage.

I felt that heading out to Taiwan and the photographs were enough, but Sara didn’t get to have any of her family around, while I did.

Plus, the ABFF and my friends around the way both felt that we should do something, so we spent a little time looking at places.

But Sara and the Surgeon’s wife got to talking.

Sara: Well, we did Taiwan and really just want to keep things simple.
Her: Let us host it here! We have more than enough space.
Sara: What? We’re talking almost 100 people.
Her: Oh, it’s fine. This place screams “event space.” We’d love to host you.
Sara: Wow! That’s incredibly kind of you to offer! I’d have to talk to Logan…
Her: It’s done! Yay! I love a good party!

Obviously, that was super generous of them and pretty amazing, so we jumped at the offer.

For me, I was happy to let Sara take complete control and just handle everything – her cousin Jen even came a day earlier to help out with everything, which was clutch.

The Surgeon lives in a converted department store in the Village so he’s got like 18-foot ceilings, or something nuts like that, as well as 2,200 SF to work with BUT we still had to be judicious with whom we could invite over.

I ended up not inviting any of my relatives – including my own brother and sister – as (a) I have soooo many of them, (b) I got see some of them in Taiwan.

I figured I would have something separate for them down the road.

Plus, we agreed not to invite anyone that I’d not spoken directly to in over a year as well, with limited exceptions.

This is why Sara and I were out in Queens the other day; we had to buy a ton of liquor for the bartenders that we hired for the party.

On that note, the bartenders were total pros that made three signature cocktails for us to have at the party.

Him: What are you looking for?
Sara: We only have one really hard and fast rule and that’s no tequila or mezcal – long story there.
Him: (laughing) OK, well, what do you want then?
Her: Well, he likes rum and I love prosecco.
Him: Got you. And a colour scheme?
Her: Oh, red would be great! It’s the color of good luck in Chinese culture.

But I was busy too as I also ended up running down to Chinatown that day to grab six pans of delicious dumplings – over 300 of them – while Sara took care of all the other food.

We ordered waaaaaayyy too much food.

The donut tower below was my idea, of course.

No peanut butter or whole wheat, though.

We did have a bit of a scare the week before the party, which was that Sara’s son got the flu, so that meant that my kid and I didn’t see them at all the week before.

She and her son socially distanced for the whole time.

Amazingly, he got better pretty quickly and the rest of us didn’t get sick at all.

Sara: OMG, if I had to miss my own cocktail party, I would cry so hard.
Me: Imagine if we both couldn’t show up!

But we were still stressed out because there was supposed to be a major snowstorm that weekend AND six people cancelled because of the flu, while one couldn’t make it because of a last-minute family emergency.

Still, all-in-all, it went off without a hitch, and everyone seemed to have a grand time.

Really wish I had more time to spend with everyone but, the way these things go, she and I barely had 10 minutes with each guest, but it was nice seeing everyone.

Me: Well, it looks like we’re finally done with wedding stuff.
Her: Yup! Well, ours at least. We still have weddings to go to later on this year.
Me: Is that still happening?
Her: Logan Lo!
Me: Right, right, yay, love…

Location: a locksmith, getting keys for the kids
Mood: potentially sick
Music: I bought a rock, I tied the knot, and I’m making her my wife (Spotify)
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My old ghosts

Always soupy grey

On the flip side of kindness, Sara and I were out at the Surgeon’s house the other day and I told them that Johnny and I stopped speaking.

When we were much younger, there were times I woulda called Johnny my best friend.

But, in the end, he chose money over decades of friendship.

Him: That was it? You never spoke to him again?
Me: He called me once, drunk. Didn’t pick up. There was nothing to say. I didn’t want someone like him in my life. Around me. Around my kid.

Because it’s one thing to be unkind to me, but to be unkind to a friend of mine AND betray a trust?

That I can’t forgive.

Because you can forgive most things, but you can never forgive treachery.

Which brings me to the Devil, whom I’ve not seen in ages.

Not since before COVID.

Throughout the years, I’ve ping-ponged between enemies, frenemies, and friends with him. We’ve had so many differences, arguments, times when I legitimately feared for my safety.

Yet, he was oddly never treacherous. Dangerous and heartless, yes. Treacherous, no.

Me: It doesn’t bother you? Hurting people?
He: Not particularly.
Me: Why not?
Him: Maybe they deserve it.

And now I’m left wondering whatever happened to him.

I suppose that, if he’s still out there, I wanted to say, thanks.

For so many things.

If nuthin else, a good Old Fashioned with rye.

This was 20 years ago. That may or may not have been him.

After all these years, now that I’m older, I finally understand some of the things he was trying to tell me when I was a young and hot-headed man, and he was the older, wiser fella trying to teach me something.

I think I’ve finally experienced enough of the world to understand what he was trying to tell me all this time: That the world was always soupy grey and only children see things in black and white.

For better or worse, what I thought was cruelty this whole time was – in fact – a form of kindness, in some perverse way.

I was just too naïve to see it.

On that note, I thought about one of our very last face-to-face conversations.

Me: (later) Why do you even care?
Him: (laughing) You’re the last reliable guy in New York. In 20 years, you’ve never said you were going to do something and not do it. Out of all of them, you’re the only one that’s never let me down.
Me: That’s it?
Him: (shrugging) That’s a lot. Finding someone whose word isn’t just bullshit is a lot, Logan.

Well then, I suppose, for alla my faults, I’ve done something right.

There’s a thought that you never know whether something is a blessing or a curse until long afterward. I think the same is, roughly, true for people in your life.

Johnny, someone I once considered one of my best friends betrayed me, while the Devil, whom I called that in my head and hated at times, ended up making me so much of who I am today – in a good sense.

Even this late in the game, I’m still learning stuff.

Location: West 74th and Columbus, looking at what mighta been
Mood: wistful
Music: He’s getting ready for the showdown (Spotify)

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