"I Find It Kinda Sad"

This isn't an update, this is just to record a really interesting day. that and to get my blogger mindset up and going...

Take note, this is going to be...slightly weird and or graphic, so proceed at your own risk....

So, I get up in the morning, regular day and all. Then I get a text from a friend...She asks for my friend's email. I give it to her and then I mention to her that i'm throwing a little b-day thing next week, then she tells me that she's leaving new york permanently. It hit me like bricks..Not cause none of my good friends can leave the city...I mean lets face it, we're all getting older, soon enough we'll start getting together less and less, it's inevitable. I guess what it was that hit me, was the fact that I thought I had more time before we would hit that point of "its time to move away and handle real business". Regardless i'm definitely glad That we met, and i'll be sure to go out there and visit her. Life goes on..

Later that night, instead of going home, as i've been doing these days, I ended up meeting with my best friend, for some drinks, just to shoot the shit, and catch up cause I haven't seen him since I went away to antigua a few weeks ago. So we drink about three drinks each, and we both decide that we want to make it an early night, cause he has family coming in for the weekend, and I wanted to take it easy. Upon leaving I decide to walk the williamsburg bridge....just beacause..

The bridge...

Halfway across.

After clearing that bridge in 19 minutes walking, I decide to get something to eat, then since I was in the neighborhood, and feeling a bit restless, I went to my regular bar, just to talk, finalize shit for my birthday next week. Upon entering, i'm treated to a barrage of drinks..(by barrage , I mean a ton of shots, mainly fireballs.) I end up meeting a dude named butch, that looked exactly like Bryan Cranston, (when he's playing walter white) cool as hell, really chill dude. After more drinks, I end up shooting the shit with my boy wildman, who notices my my tattoo, then tells me that he's cool with animal collective and says that he can get me backstage at one of their shows, if he's not talking bullshit, that's gonna be amazing. Before the night ends, I meet this graffiti dude from the west coast that reps a big crew out there. Goes by the name fate. We talked graff shit for an hour, then at this point it's 4 am and time to dip. I left the bar feeling amazing, and didn't drop a dime on drinks. Boss status. Still not feeling tired at this point, I begin to wander a bit.

Store front, Astor place.

Graff Truck, Astor place.

Time check...

It's 4:43 am at this point, and I begin to get tired. So as i hit the train station, I remember why I should have taken my ass home earlier...

Astor Place, Train station.

The struggle.

As i'm waiting for the train (I need the 4) the multiple Fireball + Jameson shots take their toll. (here comes the disgusting part)

The result of dehydration, and waiting....

So eventually, I get on the train and head home. Upon getting home, my stomach starts to rip the shit out of me. I rest, get up and still feel like shit. Normally I have a stomach of iron and can handle this shit, but for once...(since november 2012) I lost the battle, and saw what I had for lunch and dinner yesterday. Oh well, it was worth it. Just another late night, in this crazy fucking city I call home

This is the part where I discuss my next post and all that shit, but I haven't updated in damn near two years, I wont make any fucking promises. If you got me on twitter, i'll just tweet when i update. I keep it interesting..

Till next time....Or next year. =)

Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRt27maA0h8 (respect the nubians - positive black soul)

P.S. I still hate the fucking formatting on this thing.. So ridiculous.