Minor key infraction: I exploded out of NYC in early '01. I think those there April of that spring would understand. A couple days ago someone put this reference to this band in my journal: Strokes and for me, listening to 'em brought back a few memories, . .
Anyways, my leaving NYC all started I guess when I got arrested for a minor infraction not even worth mentioning except that it was the straw that made me split. A lot of other stuff was going on, coming to a head - karmic straw.
That NYC straw spit me around Northern Canada.
Huktu: The Peg.
London.
Toronto
Former New Yorkers will understand. And then for me, another amazing stroke of luck,
One big beautiful gob of the Gods:
Huuuuuukkkttuu: - Miami..
Well, anyways, as I said I'm writing this cause the Strokes brought back memories - young punks, NYC, the whole Village 'scene', puts a smile on my face just writing it and I'm not that old - jes not 19 anymore. lol.
Yup, New Yawwwkk City. Can't even imagine it now and I haven't even been able to think about it for the last three years for various reasons. Anyways, why I'm writing this. The whole Strokes thing reminded me of my former best friend - Ryan.
Had to leave a lot of b***tches, a few pushers, one big metaphor (a certain field a dreams I guess). Exploded out of NYC without saying bye to anyone - I couldn't. You'd understand if you were in that scene. Really though, the only person I felt bad about wasn't any of the chicks, they could take care a themselves but. . . ryan. .! .
Shout out to those cheap F***ckin Brooklyn lounges, And don' think I forgot Ryan, when you took me off the street (Barely Legal) - supposed to stay for da week but then summer went by. And I knew you were mentally ill, I was too, and I knew what I was doing when I brought the chicks and threw out your 20 boxes of newspapers while you wept and begged me to stop the next day. And I also knew you watched when I was undressing em on the couch and then in your bed and I didn' care - I loved you and in my wierd way I was showing you something and I still think that's what I did even though you or others still might think otherwise!
Yup, how I felt about everyone in your place that summer. Complicated.. Hard to Explain. .Well, anyways, the Strokes tunes maybe it was even because V Day's just passed, I dunno, but i called. .Ryan. . . (I need a day to recover before writing this, lol). NYC doorman - punk God, anorexic mental case.. . .what else??? Exactly like I didn' leave him to da dogs except I did. And now you didn' even ask why I never said goodbye or didn call for the past four years. Just :
"Hey, thanks for callin'. Doin'-alright, doin'-all-right, how-yew-dooin??". . .
How am I dooin???!!!!!! Well, I still can't go back (and I'll admit I didn' exactly ask him to visit ) though I did give him my email. Who knows? I sorta feel like Matt Dillon at the end of Drugstore Cowboy if you know that movie. I'm also not exactly straight edge now, but very different from how I used to be - lol - sorta like at the end of that film when Dillon's quieter, more calm, a little empty - I almost wanted to write, happier. Alone, but also knowing that it wouldn't exactly be a good thing if I rejoined da old posse in NYC or even if they visited. . .hard to think about. . .
. . .Since joining this site last month, I've noticed that everyone's always asking cutesy questions in their journals, 'specially the chicks: mythological creatures, pee/poo choices, travel destination favs. I'll probably have some for next time (learnin' da ropes!) but mine, at least tonight, have to do with questions you usually don' ask guys, unless you know em real well and even then you'd probably absolutely wouldn't want to hear it. At least I wouldn't. Definitely. lol. . .
Well, coincidentally I saw that the (Strokes) are on tour - coming to Miami, in March I guess. Verdicts still out, but I might go, find some chick - go see da show!
But. . .shout out to you out there in lala land - Ryyan! 
Anyways, my leaving NYC all started I guess when I got arrested for a minor infraction not even worth mentioning except that it was the straw that made me split. A lot of other stuff was going on, coming to a head - karmic straw.
That NYC straw spit me around Northern Canada.
Huktu: The Peg.
London.
Toronto
Former New Yorkers will understand. And then for me, another amazing stroke of luck,
One big beautiful gob of the Gods:
Huuuuuukkkttuu: - Miami..
Well, anyways, as I said I'm writing this cause the Strokes brought back memories - young punks, NYC, the whole Village 'scene', puts a smile on my face just writing it and I'm not that old - jes not 19 anymore. lol.
Yup, New Yawwwkk City. Can't even imagine it now and I haven't even been able to think about it for the last three years for various reasons. Anyways, why I'm writing this. The whole Strokes thing reminded me of my former best friend - Ryan.
Had to leave a lot of b***tches, a few pushers, one big metaphor (a certain field a dreams I guess). Exploded out of NYC without saying bye to anyone - I couldn't. You'd understand if you were in that scene. Really though, the only person I felt bad about wasn't any of the chicks, they could take care a themselves but. . . ryan. .! .
Shout out to those cheap F***ckin Brooklyn lounges, And don' think I forgot Ryan, when you took me off the street (Barely Legal) - supposed to stay for da week but then summer went by. And I knew you were mentally ill, I was too, and I knew what I was doing when I brought the chicks and threw out your 20 boxes of newspapers while you wept and begged me to stop the next day. And I also knew you watched when I was undressing em on the couch and then in your bed and I didn' care - I loved you and in my wierd way I was showing you something and I still think that's what I did even though you or others still might think otherwise!
Yup, how I felt about everyone in your place that summer. Complicated.. Hard to Explain. .Well, anyways, the Strokes tunes maybe it was even because V Day's just passed, I dunno, but i called. .Ryan. . . (I need a day to recover before writing this, lol). NYC doorman - punk God, anorexic mental case.. . .what else??? Exactly like I didn' leave him to da dogs except I did. And now you didn' even ask why I never said goodbye or didn call for the past four years. Just :
"Hey, thanks for callin'. Doin'-alright, doin'-all-right, how-yew-dooin??". . .
How am I dooin???!!!!!! Well, I still can't go back (and I'll admit I didn' exactly ask him to visit ) though I did give him my email. Who knows? I sorta feel like Matt Dillon at the end of Drugstore Cowboy if you know that movie. I'm also not exactly straight edge now, but very different from how I used to be - lol - sorta like at the end of that film when Dillon's quieter, more calm, a little empty - I almost wanted to write, happier. Alone, but also knowing that it wouldn't exactly be a good thing if I rejoined da old posse in NYC or even if they visited. . .hard to think about. . .
. . .Since joining this site last month, I've noticed that everyone's always asking cutesy questions in their journals, 'specially the chicks: mythological creatures, pee/poo choices, travel destination favs. I'll probably have some for next time (learnin' da ropes!) but mine, at least tonight, have to do with questions you usually don' ask guys, unless you know em real well and even then you'd probably absolutely wouldn't want to hear it. At least I wouldn't. Definitely. lol. . .
Well, coincidentally I saw that the (Strokes) are on tour - coming to Miami, in March I guess. Verdicts still out, but I might go, find some chick - go see da show!
But. . .shout out to you out there in lala land - Ryyan! VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
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