I'm deeply proud with my home city. New York City.
It survived a major terrorist attack and a blackout. Despite popular opinion, New Yorkers didn't riot, look, and pillage their own city. New Yorkers didn't lie down and give up.
August 2003
Archived Entries from this Month
Good Ole New York City
August 31st, 2003Summer Sanitarium
August 24th, 2003As I peed into the port-o-potty, I could hear Mudvayne's guitars thrashing in the arena. The urgency of the frantic beats made me pee quickly. Then I stepped out and joined my friends.
Smiling Again
August 19th, 2003Look! Look at him over there. Smiling. See him? That'll be me someday. I'll be smiling again someday too.
I can't right now. It hurts too much. My skin has hardened this way, and any movement otherwise means the skin will crack and bleed.
Misunderstandings
August 17th, 2003"Should I? Could I?
Have said the wrong things right a thousand times
If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind
If I could turn back time, you'd still be mind."
- J. B. Jovi
Have said the wrong things right a thousand times
If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind
If I could turn back time, you'd still be mind."
- J. B. Jovi
We all try so hard to say what's on our minds, openly and honestly. Sometimes we aren't successful. Sometimes we are.
Leading Her On
August 10th, 2003"Stop it Michael."
"What?" I asked, leaning up from the couch. "Why, what am I doing wrong?"
"You're leading her on," my friend replied.
"No I'm not. How?"
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
August 3rd, 2003It starts with an uncomfortable knot in your stomach. Slowly it tightens and expands until your entire chest is a solid rock.
There's a phantom feeling there, as if you had your right arm cut off but can still feel it. "It can't be gone," you tell yourself, "it can't be."
