I would never really write anything, except....
I had my first real "New York" day. I walked for about four hours straight. I went all the way down to the lower east side, walked over to the williamsburg bridge, tried to see brooklyn. I tried to get into the vice store , but they were closed because there is some big thingy going on. I went to the Nuyorican Poet's Cafe, which was closed because it was like 2 in the afternoon--but it was sure neat to pass by. Unfortunately, that's when my BFF called and said she was in the hospital. I walked all the way to the west village to St. Vincent's Hospital from the goddamn lower east side. That hurt, lil bit. It was fine. Turns out she's got a touch of bad luck.

And then. On my way to the hospital, I had my FIRST CELEBRITY SIGHTING. Thank god, because I was really ready to get a plane ticket and get the fuck on up outta this piece. He was cute.

I drank a huge glass of carrot/apple juice. I took 3 cab rides. Saw some fags smoking pot on the street. Stepped over the piss stream a man produced peeing on my sidewalk as I walked by. And all this while spending 7 hours in an NYC hospital triage with people seriously dying all over the fucking place.

I feel dirty, I feel stinky, I feel sweaty, I feel like drinking a 40oz., I feel like smoking, I feel like coming home, I feel like never leaving this unbelievable city ever.

Today I thought about my friend Will(is), Sexy Lexi, and my NaterPotaer a lot. My girlfriend sorta crossed my mind a few million times too, I guess. If I have time. I just wanna make out a little. Maybe some hardcore petting.......