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I'm sitting on a bench outside in a beautiful tiny town in Vermont called Poultney. It's 10:30 in the morning. This is fantastic.
I decided to pack up and head out of Rockland for a couple days. I'm here in Vermont with Nina and Hitchings until tomorrow. Then I'll be heading over to Oneonta for a couple days to hang out with my beloved Mike Natoli, play some tunes, and see Slingshot Dakota play at their house.
I can't tell you how good it feels. It was all dreary and depressing at home (not my house-home, just Rockland) and there was so much stress and weird shit and nothing resembling the way it felt there when things were normal. I missed these two I'm with terribly and sometimes I don't even realize how much until I'm around them again. I came here by myself too, which was also great. Some time to let my head clear, and nobody to bug me with time limits and what they want to do. Most importantly, nobody can let me down and/or fuck up my time. Half the reason I'm doing this is to be around the solid people in my life.
So last night began with taking me to an 80's party for this girl Ashley's birthday. I had a Hawaiian shirt with me luckily, and I was able to look just douchey enough to pass. We ended up though walking down this long pitch black trail to a giant bonfire packed with people. It was fucking great there. I can't say enough how happy I am I did this.
Even the hangover isn't so bad. I woke up and walked down to Dunkin' Donuts with Hitchings. The whole town is on this one street almost. It's so small but it's great here. I really wish I spent more time here when I had the chance.
but I'm sitting on a bench outside now, and my gracious hosts are probably wondering where the fuck I went.
I decided to pack up and head out of Rockland for a couple days. I'm here in Vermont with Nina and Hitchings until tomorrow. Then I'll be heading over to Oneonta for a couple days to hang out with my beloved Mike Natoli, play some tunes, and see Slingshot Dakota play at their house.
I can't tell you how good it feels. It was all dreary and depressing at home (not my house-home, just Rockland) and there was so much stress and weird shit and nothing resembling the way it felt there when things were normal. I missed these two I'm with terribly and sometimes I don't even realize how much until I'm around them again. I came here by myself too, which was also great. Some time to let my head clear, and nobody to bug me with time limits and what they want to do. Most importantly, nobody can let me down and/or fuck up my time. Half the reason I'm doing this is to be around the solid people in my life.
So last night began with taking me to an 80's party for this girl Ashley's birthday. I had a Hawaiian shirt with me luckily, and I was able to look just douchey enough to pass. We ended up though walking down this long pitch black trail to a giant bonfire packed with people. It was fucking great there. I can't say enough how happy I am I did this.
Even the hangover isn't so bad. I woke up and walked down to Dunkin' Donuts with Hitchings. The whole town is on this one street almost. It's so small but it's great here. I really wish I spent more time here when I had the chance.
but I'm sitting on a bench outside now, and my gracious hosts are probably wondering where the fuck I went.