Six Am
It's six am and I'm in a brightly painted swiss owned hostel in Brooklyn, in a largely jewish neighborhood. I'm the only person awake and it feels quiet and cozy. I love it here, even right now in the wee hours of the morning it's like I can almost feel the pulse of the city around me, like a sleeping giant's heartbeat. I've never fallen in love with a place before, but this city is a seductive bitch and I suspect that it's a lost cause for me to fight her wiles at this point. I'm already plotting to come back, to rent myself a room and spend a month wallowing in this place, in light and culture and new smells and places and experiances. She has her hooks in me deep and she's not letting go.
I think that I honestly don't mind.
I'm here for ComicCon and I go for my first day today. Not in costume, thank all the tiny monkey just in street clothes. Tomorrow I go as a Sith Lord. I'm so excited, there's so much to see and do and I get to do it all with my friend Kerri, who happens to be dearer to me than my own heart. Today is going to be an extraordinary day, and I can't wait to dive into it.
I think that I honestly don't mind.
I'm here for ComicCon and I go for my first day today. Not in costume, thank all the tiny monkey just in street clothes. Tomorrow I go as a Sith Lord. I'm so excited, there's so much to see and do and I get to do it all with my friend Kerri, who happens to be dearer to me than my own heart. Today is going to be an extraordinary day, and I can't wait to dive into it.