Friday, July 29, 2005

Her mom was asking about me.

Tonight was one of those nights. Made me want to quit. Made me want to put a mic stand into someone’s face. Made me realize the only reason I stay is so I’m there when they close the doors for the last time. See it with my own eyes. Maybe take a picture. Closure. I don’t think it’s gonna last till the end of the year, but I know I won’t.
Some friends apparently have plans for me. They involve moving me to Texas. I had a great time, and while the food and thrift stores and bats are all fantastic, it was because of the people. But I’m not done with New York yet. Even though New York sometimes seems done with me.


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