i came to new york and really didn’t do much besides eat pizza every day, drink mike’s hard punch in my friend’s apartment, and walk so much that i ruined my shoes. accidentally ran into my friend dustin from detroit at metropolitan (he is not gay), had the weirdest tuna melt of my life, and i don’t want to even see any coffee or cigarettes for a while (“at least three days” and “ever again,” respectively).
i don’t know where money goes in the city but i am happy to be coming home with a book and new pens. i didn’t see many people but i saw a few, i think i’ve caught just about the last of the autumn weather, and i think i got a little bit of closure or wisdom or inspiration or direction or something through several conversations.
