chuba

I have returned to NYC. This actually the best city on the planet. I keep thinking it will stop one day. I keep thinking I will wake and hate the everythingness of it. That I will wander the streets and scream out like a haggard banshee. The thing doing that is still okay here, and it might even get me invited to good party.

P.S. I am however forced to sell my organs for rent.

I leave the house soon for sushi and hopefully some good sex. Of course all this is just distraction until Harry Poter. You see, my body is aging, but my mind is five.