im back, baby.
today, at 9am i will begin my first day of work as the receptionist for the NY WALL CO. for now, all i will be doing is answering/directing calls & taking messages. once i become used to their system, i will be given more responsibilities. the job itself is easy enough, but for some reason im nervous. i know that this job isnt something too difficult, i know i can handle it; yet another part of me is so afraid that i will let my lazyness & short attention span fuck me over once again. its my first day today & i havent even gotten any sleep yet.
i really want to have a good day tomorrow.
on saturday i met up with my friend cheeno from high school & bought 3 triple-stacks from him for yara, alvaro & i. we took them & headed over to washington heights where we were supposed to go to some outdoor rave party thing.
yara was feeling lusty & i was fuming.
while going through the many dark tunnels & roads beneath the george washington bridge, we met up with a loveable russian crackhead whose name weve forgotten, weve been referring to him as "crackie" since that night. we walked for almost 2 hours with crackie. he carried a mysteryt bag of black plastic & asked us if we brought our pipes.
me: pipes? for what? CRACK?!
crackie: yes, to smoke
yara: are you serious?! i dont believe you!
me: i would never do crack, we smoke weed.
crackie: dont knock if you havent try..
yara: youre a bad crackhead!
i was just waiting for yara to say something crazy. that was at the beginning of our adventure, & crackie never spoke directly to yara again. he did however creep us out an innumerable amount of times. i have never met anyone like that ever in my life. he said i looked russian & kept looking at me funny. he asked alvaro if he worked out & why he wasnt in college. "did you bring your potatoes for the rave?!" crackie might have been handsome if he werent a crackhead. he was in his 20s most likely, ultra skinny with sunken-in blue eyes & long blonde hair in a frizzy, dreaded mess. he smelled funny & had a THICK accent. i dont know, it was really crazy how we ended up with him as our guide & why on earth did we think it was a good idea to follow the likes of him?!
once we found out the party was cancelled, we ducked out on crackie & headed home. it was a long & fullfilling ride, recalling our misadventures. we actually ran into a few more creeps on the train. first, from 181st in washington heights - all the way back to 82nd st, we rode with one of the mexican perverts that alvaro almost beat the shit out of for saying things to yara & i. there was a bunch of other really weird people, & they were all STARING at us. as if they knew what we were up to! it was really trippy.
finally, back in queens we smoked a blunt in private ryan, finished our packs, & bonded. i love alvaro & yara, they are the best people in the world. who else would end up in such peculiar situations & come back smiling, complete with stories, laughter, & new accents [plus, rarely a complaint.]
ive been feeling closer to my mom lately, shes my most beautiful thing. happy mothers day<3
♥