Classic NYC Story

If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive? I don’t know, but I’ve been homeless in New York City… that’s close, right?

I wonder sometimes… if I were able to freeze time in those moments, or if I had the available technology to press my thoughts to paper (um… silicone?) as immediately as they swirled on out of my brain, would my writing then improve? Would I be more passionate? More powerful? More immediate? Certainly I’d be more prolific… and by prolific I mean garrulous. And by passionate I mean psychopathic. Can you imagine if you got to hear every notion, idea, and feeling that spun its way out of my brain with no filter? Can you imagine if I posted everything I thought?

Guess I was born to make mistakes
But I ain’t scared to take the weight
So when I stumble off the path
I know my heart will guide me back…

I’m wondering if there is a chance that this year might be turning into the year that last year was supposed to be…? I took a yoga lesson today and now I’m sore as hell. I finally found out my yoga instructor’s name. To think all that time in the summer I didn’t know… and [...]

I’ve been scraping by in New York City chasin’ women and drinkin’ wine…