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Once I get better Location: 1hr ago, in front of a mailbox on Broadway Mood: indescribable Music: a hustle here and a hustle there  Him: Come out with me - open bar, girls too young for us. The usual. You in? Me: I'm in. Think Heartgirl's tired of hearing me talk about my life so I've been trying to talk to her less. Guess I don't blame her, got a lot on my mind. So, RE Mike invited me out to the premier of Peter & Vandy where we chatted up some folk and a tall drink of water bought me a tall drink of rum.But I swung by Paul's new pad first where he was unpacking. Him: Look what I found (pulls out a stack of papers) it's all the numbers I got last year. Me: Ah, I tossed mine a long time ago. Him: (shakes head) Dude - you never do that. Not until you're married. Even then... Me: Nah, if you gotta, y'just get more. Him: Suppose. Just wanna meet someone that thinks I'm awesome, y'know? I'm weary soldier. Me: Aren't we all?  The next day, met up with Heartgirl for onea my oldest buddy's wedding in Brooklyn. Heartgirl and I then got lit together and stumbled across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan. Told her I lived here my whole life and never walked across it before. It's true. Her shoes kept getting stuck in the walkway and we couldn't help but laugh.  Life's been stressful lately. Can't keep taking the disappointments. But the flip side's the unexpected kindness, the grace I'm always talking about. Like old friends that make an appearance. My friend Steel, his real name, stopped by and dropped off a rack of prime rib and some fillet mignion cause he heard I wasn't doing so hot. And Bryson called me up to tell me he's gonna be a pop. And the last little bit I got tonight. Closing an office isn't just shutting the doors and kicking everyone to the curb. There's a lotta shredding involved. A lot of it. Was up at 4AM and it was 10PM in front of my shredder when my wrestling coach calls me. Him: You're doing well. I think maybe you can hold your own once you get better. It made the hour commute home not so sucktastic. Cause, in some way, that's what everyone's been saying, that maybe I can hold my own once I get better.Her (not Heartgirl): Are there lights on the Brooklyn Bridge at night? Me: No, but if you get wet, you've gone the wrong way. YASYCTAI: Take a walk on a bridge at night. If you get wet, you've gone the wrong way. (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, friends, grace, New York City, NYC  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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