"Think you're in Heaven but you're living in Hell"Bob Marley
Sunday morning, just woke up after finially falling asleep at dawn about 5 and half hours earlier. Last night was a trip, my boss invited myself and a coworker to go to downtown NYC to ride mountain bikes around. Quite an experience. We were standing in central
times square, and all of a sudden, through the rush of people, we hear an alarm going off across the street. Suddenly, a rather
portly police officer crashes into me as I'm straddling my bike. I'm almost knocked over, and the
cigarette I was smoking goes flying. Seems they were chasing these two black men who had just robbed the sports store across the street, for right before I was collided with, I made eye contact with this skinny little brother running by with a huge laundry
bag filled with shoebox size parcels. Right after he passed me, he
passed it off to someone waiting in the crowd, and because the police officer pursuing me got entangled in the front tire of my
bike, he got away. The
intrepid officers did manage to recover one of the bags of stolen
goods, but made no
arrests. They seemed rather relieved they didn't have to
run anymore. In Florida, they just would have shot the guys, for the chance to get some
live fire pratice in. It was interesting. From there, we hung out at a bar called Niso's, and explored the various ways one can become enibriated off of multiple shots of
Blackhaus. Tried to convince the boss to bring us to a
geisha house, but to no avail.
My boss's brother in law gave me a sweet
desk. I know that sounds boring, but to me it's better than
sex. It sucks to have a huge
apato with barely any
furniture. Now I can finailly get
organized, and get some real
work done.
I feel the
northern vibe sinking back into me. When I was down
south, I took everything as it came, no stress. You can't be stressed in the sun, just doesn't happen. Up here, the energy
hums in the air, pervades the
earth. It's a whole different she'bang. When we got back to the
office at 4am, they tried to have one of those discussions about figuring out the universe, and I was frustrated, because although I like my boss and that one co-worker, I was a little dismayed at their level of
philosophical discussion. But at least they were
thinking, and that's what counts.
So my
evil twin finailly speaks, and I hear that my old friends in
Florida are alive and well. She speaks of rescuing me from up here...I'm not lost. I'm
home, baby. I wanna rescue
them from their life of
apathy, but they're all too afraid to leave the warm arms of mother sand. Get up fly, fly away kids, before you get too old to do so. It's a big
country, and I'm
frustrated to think of the
talent that's going to
waste burning in the sun down there.