back after 10 days consisting of:
2 snow storms
2 nights of clubbing
good food for the most part
difficult social situations
x-ray, mri
i am 5 pounds fatter and happy to be back. there seems to be a reason why certain countries are considered third world countries.
is NY really a place for exiles? i like my fellow exiles. i can never leave this place.
that country on the other side of the world is a place for visiting dreams and fantasies. and then i realize that those are only dreams and fantasies. i have to wake up. reality is too different. i can't be high on dreams my entire life.
money, power, church, social codes. disgusting and excessively unnecessary use of excuses for the waste of human resources.
what happened to the grand tradition? what happened to all the great people? why is everyone's heads so shit-filled in that country?
i like my NY. i am an exile who is at home.
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