bushwick.
im in the middle of spending my third night at the new loft. its sortof like camping in that we're all sleeping in the living room, especially with jack and i sharing late night stories with eachother talking about girls and being cool like we were 14 again.
i think i didnt fuck up. i was nervous to the point of nausea when i first moved in, when i stepped into the loft and there was trash and furniture everywhere, remnants of shitty past tenants. but we cleaned. then broke shit. then cleaned more. and now its starting to look like something. in about a week we destroy everything and start building. my room first, then garrets, then up to the second level.
im going to miss my old roommates. like a lot. something happened in the last few days i was there where everyone got along and there was no drama, no bullshit, everyone was home and one of them managed to be slightly less passive aggressive than normal. and i know that im going to stay in touch with justin, at the very least, because through everything i think we have a fuck load in common, and in another situation we wouldve been great friends. it was a great house though, and everyone was fucking rad as hell in their own way. im gonna miss them... shit.
but it was time to move on. and im starting to love new york again. between ben, garrett, jack, charlie, david, and andy, i have the best fucking friends here imaginable. and i cant be fucked up or insecure when im this goddamn lucky.
so fuck it. ill throw caution to the wind and do this band. i'll go to school in a year and not fuck up. some weird shit happened and i became truely fun again. i love it.
oh. and it helps that ive eaten pancakes the last 3 days in a row.