hot wire my heart
tri state area fall turning into winter. ive been hanging around since saturday night, first to spend some time in brooklyn with some good people who in our day were all wreckless in our own ways but this time we ate lots of food and laughed and if i'm not mistaken even card games were played. then i met up later in manhattan and yet it was funny how the most uncivilized of routines never get old like drinking too much and drinking until the sun comes up and then until you puke and have nothing left in you even like those witty things to say and self obsession and shit. it was good. it was so fucking low-key. but i mean like, i am so calm now, i am a grown-ass man. my life out here is so different, the reality of it, and also theres the girl that has made an honest man out of me. the thing is because i experienced this place so differently when i was here, i spread my cynicism and mysery to anyone who may or may not have asked for it, but i did it and i was so poetic about it.
sunday i woke up in the west village and spent too much time chasing signs, underground, in the nyc subway, fucking all numbers and letters of different colors i used to never get lost like that. not here. when did i become that asshole from california? i finally made it through port authority onto the crowded greyhound headed to baltimore just as it began raining but i was fucking glad to be leaving new york, with only whatever i ate that morning in my stomach.
baltimore was amazing but unforgivingly cold. i love c. nappo and her new house and her offensively adorable dog. the night after i got there a bunch of us went to get drunk and watch kareoke and some bar then after the whiskey started pouring again i ended up talking through the night and scraping a one hitter with b then sleeping in his haunted house where i left the tv on for comfort. but it was all good even though we drank jim beam in our water at the diner the next day didnt feel too shitty. i had an awesome meat dinner with the ladies at the girl house where andrea now lives on wednesday night and had good conversations and played music out of tune until 11 o'clock rolled around and snow started falling on the ground, as we left to make our way back to jersey.
sunday i woke up in the west village and spent too much time chasing signs, underground, in the nyc subway, fucking all numbers and letters of different colors i used to never get lost like that. not here. when did i become that asshole from california? i finally made it through port authority onto the crowded greyhound headed to baltimore just as it began raining but i was fucking glad to be leaving new york, with only whatever i ate that morning in my stomach.
baltimore was amazing but unforgivingly cold. i love c. nappo and her new house and her offensively adorable dog. the night after i got there a bunch of us went to get drunk and watch kareoke and some bar then after the whiskey started pouring again i ended up talking through the night and scraping a one hitter with b then sleeping in his haunted house where i left the tv on for comfort. but it was all good even though we drank jim beam in our water at the diner the next day didnt feel too shitty. i had an awesome meat dinner with the ladies at the girl house where andrea now lives on wednesday night and had good conversations and played music out of tune until 11 o'clock rolled around and snow started falling on the ground, as we left to make our way back to jersey.