NYC

(as per today)

Even though I'm glad I'm gone, a day doesn't go by I don't wish I was back in New York City...Brooklyn...Williamsburg...100 Metro, even.

I know those days are gone. And they're not coming back. But I'll always be thankful that I spent ages 25-39 in Williamsburg - it was the perfect time to live there. Rare is the man most aware he's lived through a Golden Age...and I am that man.

Xmastime of things past:

There is a dried-out patch of dirt I'll be drawn back to before I die; a cluster of heat, frustration, and poverty. No matter how modern I make myself, I'll only ever be that boy in the dirt, fighting off gnats while pretending to be somebody: pretending, but never actually dreaming.

I'm already getting nostalgic about leaving because that's just how I am; I'm a real pussycat when it comes to that kinda shit. But since I'm leaving on my own terms, having gotten what I wanted, I can look back with no regrets. Well. Not NO regrets. But let's be honest - where I came from, if you told me that someday I'd eat a steak at Peter Luger's, play a set at CBGB's and bang an Asian softcore porn star in a vestibule next to the Turkey's Nest, I'd think you were making up stories about some superhero on Jupiter. So fuck it.