"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

cali-bound.

7/15/10 | 7:08am

With less than two hours of sleep, I'm surprised to be so wide awake and feeling good and ready. I've stopped biting my nails for the last two weeks or so and at 2am wide awake in bed, I resisted every urge to bite them down to the bloody bone. Success. Fear and anxiety has turned to impatience and excitement.

Well, I've got an hour til boarding time, For now, I'll just marvel in amazement at toddlers on leashes. Oh, and for some odd reason, the young couple waiting beside me looks very familiar. Hmm, oh well. Let's take to the cloudy-now-clearing-up-to-blue Jersey sky! Ciao!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

jack d.

drunk off whiskey.

and it's only 10:20 here in fucking California.

I still can't believe I'm here, yet I'll be home in 2.5 days. What a different world.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

let me run.

Well, it's finally here. it's happening. i have to wake up in less than five hours, shower, and head to the airport, where a ticket to California awaits me. I'm anticipating everything and the entire trip will be something to remember forever.

It will be a real eye-opener for me, since I've never seen the states passed Missouri. Anyway, the tales and stories and lessons will be grand.

Stay rad, Jersey.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

we are all just lovers.

We walked two hours straight, thirty plus blocks. Penn Station to the water through Battery Park, Battery City and eventually, we arrived at the seaport. We had made it through the heat, drenched in happiness.

The back of a long line of kids of all kind awaited us. NY hipsters; the late 20s crowd; Mohawks, but not punks; cameras-around-necks, etc.

I could see Jersey City and New York City. One of my favorites and one I've never stepped foot in. Both looked like well-lit cardboard cutouts, perfectly aligned with the view from the island.

Well, Portugal. The Man was fucking incredible. I find it hard to listen to their songs now because they are all that much better live. Their albums don't do them justice, but hey, that's not their fault. I wish I was good enough in my lifetime to be half as good as them, with their ability to jam and send emotions up and down my spine. Damn!