On my NYC adventure with access to a computer courtesy of one Lauren Monaco, friend from high school and NYU attendant.

Jess and I have split up at this point, she crashing back at her acquaintance/friend's place back in Brooklyn and I here in Manhattan. His apartment is windowless and cold. He is a funny and kind man, but I am unsure of the company he keeps... or actually of many of the people in NYC. They all seem so fucking serious and it's actually tearing up my brain a little bit. Lucky for me to have mi compadre Jess by my side, and now Lauren.
This has been a journey. Unsure of whether it's the journey that I wanted, but it's a fucking journey. It's good to feel reassured by the place that you've chosen to live in, or the people you choose to surround yourself by. At one time I thought that NYC was the perfect place for me to live in, but really all I want is Philadelphia.
I like people who get dirty and don't spend 200 dollars on a fanny pack. My brain is starting to melt right now as it is.
And there was lots of drugs being done. Not by myself, but others.
Drunken, I thought maybe I would souvenir something, but I decided that would be really stupid. I have no money and no time.
I don't know what it is that's going on in my head, but I just feel like a very foolish person in general and I can see it.

I think I need to just step back and take a breath. Too many days in a row I've been drinking.

I just want to walk my dog, sit alone in a coffee shop in Philadelphia, and read a book.

"I was born with jet black hair and my parents thought that I was like, a Black Heather. But then like, three months later it turned strawberry blonde, and then like, white blonde. I mean, really white blonde. So it turns out I was a Blonde Heather!"

NEW YORK IS FULL OF FUCKERS