8 min new york
got eight minutes... new york, new york. Mostly i've been meeting 35+yr old rockers who play music for a living and have amazing energies and this morning i met a magician who had some really good things to cheer up an intially horribly depressed morning. i know... looks like someone had a case of the mondays... but it started looking up while i was feeding some birds, it seems as though they are always there at the worst times... don't get me wrong, new york has been nothing short of incredible. i've met such fun people and have experienced and done things i've never done before. But the biggest turning point this morning was finding runaway horses which as far as i can tell is the most difficult book to find anywhere. and that cheered me up so much i let out a little whoop in the bookstore that i found it in... which was actually, and very surprisingly a shakespeare & Co. (Somehow i knew i would find it there before i even walked in) but i've honestly looked in at least 20 used and new bookstores without finding it. I have a new guitar, a new (and wonderful corduroy jacket) and i'm walking from Battery Park (southernmost end of manhattan) all the way up to 120th or so.... as my mission today and right now i'm at 45th or so and i'm at 3:00minutes to go which surprises me... umm... i saw peaches which is where i met jen turner who is the guitarists for hte lonely astronauts and she and i partied until 5 in the morning and invited me to jam with her though i didn't (somewhat intimidated)... and i partied with Chris Berardo of said name and the DesBerardo's and he was a great old school rocker. The short story i've been working out is finished and i think i'm going to hold on to it rather than send it because i have no way to be contacted outside email. i am truly proud of it and feel like such a new yorker sitting in cafes with my laptop and worker very diligently on my work, which due to my lackluster love life has grown into an all-encompassing pursuit. But thats it, times up