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Easter Weekend 2008 Location: on a new leather couch that's not mine Mood: so very tired Music: pressure pressure pressure AAAAAAAhhh...pressure pressure pressure  Won't be posting much this week. Getting audited. I've got 24 days to come up with $25,674. I really dunno how much more pressure a man can take. Life's...stressful. ---------- Friday I saw Hazel and her pretty friend, Helen. We chatted about life and love out in the wilds of Long Island. Then I drove them home. The weekend was off to a good start. Until the letter above came in Saturday morning. Gio rang me and said we had to go out to a party in the Upper East Side. A party in UES's like a party in the wilds of Long Island. But I went anyway. Glad I did. I met a beautiful Sexologist who refused to kiss me. Her: You have to work for it. Me: (laughing) Fair enough. Of course, she was 23. Not a pescatarian and not from NJ, though - Philly. We called it a night at 4AM and she told me to look her up when I was in her part of the world. Me: If I go, can we get a cheesesteak? Her: Cheesesteak's a must. Rolled out of bed a few hours later and worked non-stop. Paul and Hazel wanted to buy me brunch and Rain wanted to shoot me dough but charity and pity ain't my thing. Rum's my thing. Stopped so I could make church on time at at 16:30; stayed until 19:45. Was walking home when I ran into lovely Jenny. Coffee and conversation? I asked. She nodded and we went to a bookstore where I told her about my life. And she told me about her's. She said her dramas seemed small compared to mine. I shook my head. Heartache doesn't work that that way - there're no absolute values of pain. Anyway...let's actually plan to do this again instead of leaving it to chance, I said. She laughed and we left. Hopping into my whip, I raced across the city see the woman I love most in the world. When I arrived, she beamed and gave me a huge hug. Her: How was your Easter weekend? Me: Coulda been better, mom. Coulda been better Gave her a kiss on the cheek and went downstairs where I sat by my lonesome. Took a deep breath, bowed my head, and asked for some grace and mercy. I ate, washed and took some poison to sleep. Coulda been better but coulda been worse, I guess. I told you, yeah? There's always more room for down.  Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life, troubles  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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