Giving my 2 cents like everyone else.
Giving my 2 cents like everyone else.
Sometimes I forget that New York City isn’t just a hellscape built on hangovers, coke anxiety, and meaningless 4AM tangents. There are people and places here that make for real conversation where you can just be yourself. You can grab a lamb gyro from the bodega and the kid on the grill is gonna get you right. You can sign up for that Jiu Jitsu class you’ve been thinking about for months. You can bike to BAM listening to The…
Sent an email to my ex with a ticket attached asking if she’d like to come see this with me at the new BAM theater.
She didn’t show.
Despite this I woke up feeling good today.
Feeling grateful for the ability to try, for the balls to say and do what I feel is real, and the friends I have that give me genuine advice and support.
Glad I don’t have to resort to AI for life advice.
I’ll continue to do what feels real to me, because life is about PASSION AND WITHOUT THAT I’M DEAD!!!!
Anyway this movie should be called “The Retard” instead.