Monday, November 22, 2010

Good with the bad... or just bad with the bad.

Leaving New York is so dreadful. The days leading up felt like childhood fear and loathing in Dr. Shaff's waiting room for any number of needles or poison-flavored medicine. But really, there's never actually evidence that it did anything for me. So, now after having swallowed a sweet-tasting sleepless red-eye flight and a layover in the mammoth Bush Intl airport, I'm here. I'm in a land of maybe good for me, maybe not. But I don't think I'll ever know. But one thing's for certain: I don't like the way it tastes so far.
Here's to the next few weeks where my writing will mostly be an homage to New York. I love you and I miss you!












(Picture Note: This is what I find in the lost and found in these parts. Someone must be SO devastated without it)

4 comments:

  1. Oh my God, you found my watch. That's a weight off my mind.

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  2. Thanks for the comment blast. My blog ego needed that :) I'll have your watch returned to you ASAP ;)

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  3. Yon you can just wear it till we meet again.

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  4. Oh sweet! Everyone will think I'm such a baller with such a blinging watch!

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