I still get a kick out of telling my twisted little story. You know, the one about drugs and redemption. I recently had to move from the apartment I was staying at, and when I met the old roommate to settle accounts, I told him my history; it still amazes me that how I come off like nowadays. To any passerby, I am Mr. Straightlaced religious, normal guy, who doesn’t smoke and for all appearances, never even looked at a joint or anything. Wild. I was telling him about my past, and he was just like wow, you’ve been around the block and back, and all this time, me and my friends were like I hope we don’t offend him with the way we carry on in the place. Heh. Yeah, I smelled pot one of those evenings, and for the first time, I really felt like I was over my addiction. Didn’t really want to take a toke of it anymore.
New York is a trip. I look at some of these people on the subway, and some of them — they could exist nowhere else. There’s a certain offbeat style that is replicated nowhere else. Maybe Tokyo. Like they’re aliens who barely fit in to life here on earth. But anyway, trying to keep my head above water in all things, but my day job is really tiring me out. And along with that, that chick I wrote about before: that, I don’t think is going to work out, after all. She doesn’t speak any English, and the language barrier seems to be more daunting than I initially expected. So, oh well, back to the dating board and all that. What else? Life is really good — not that it is perfect, but that I am able more and more to withstand the imperfections. Maybe there’s something to that? Could be some meaning there, who knows?
kittie
7:12am saturday, 17th june
I haven't checked your site in a little while and then I check it and see that you have up and moved to New York. I just bought my very first house and I move in on Thursday, so yea...exiting life changes. Congratulations on finding a place near Barnes and Noble, I have to drive over a half an hour.
kittie