and I came home to ridiculous-ness

In New York City, you can...

1. listen to a man vehemently shout about the gun he has in his pocket, shanking someone, and child molesters....to only then discover that he was deliriously yelling into the air

2. have a kid scream at you to take a photo....of him and several other kids grooving it out on a party bus. except not the party bus that high school teenagers take to prom, but what is literally an elementary school bus - that has been painted over in psychedelic colors

3. be interrupted by a man on the obsession that Asian folks have with all things green tea while drinking juice .....at Jamba Juice

thirty

What a bittersweet ending ...




But it's good to be back.

Why Some People Are Gay

I do believe that this article SUCKS, to put it quite simply.

I must be on crack or something when I write these posts; they all seem so overly melodramatic.

Back from three weeks in Southeast Asia and I have concluded that it's really damn hot on this part of the world.

Currently wondering if I was on vacation or if I was traveling. There's a distinct difference I suppose.


I want to go to a rave actually. Maybe that will be my next stop.