i have a new job. i look back at where i was last year at this time (my "never gonna work again because my record label is the best thing since sliced milk" delusions) and where i was two years ago (slinging records and DVDs and staring through walls) and where i was three years ago (working in the world trade center and racing down a mountain of cocaine) and i realize that i am returned to square one. back to all the things i forgot i needed ... a sense of purpose, stability, orientation. the sense of creating something and maintaining it. these things take time. only by spending that time darting toward and away from oneself does that become evident. if that sounds too grown up to you, then you're probably reading the thoughts of the wrong person. my job is not looking back, btw.
do i still have time for sex? where is the woman i can say "where have you been all my life" to?
maybe these questions will be answered by friday feb 20th. at that point i'm going to be DJing at Beauty Bar on 14th St (technically this'll be Sat the 21st) at 1am, followed by all night dancin at mighty robot.
do i still have time for sex? where is the woman i can say "where have you been all my life" to?
maybe these questions will be answered by friday feb 20th. at that point i'm going to be DJing at Beauty Bar on 14th St (technically this'll be Sat the 21st) at 1am, followed by all night dancin at mighty robot.