A Reflection on Clear Heads...
So its been a week, well a working week, since I last smoked. I'm trying to make an effort to clear my head, but I noticed that while laying off the green, my body craves the sweet sweet hooch. It could have been that Bside was handing out Free Booze from 6-8 last night for a Stop Smiling party. Or it could been that I'm in the throws of moving and its stressful as all hell (who has an apt for me?). Either way, I found myself loaded by 9pm last night, and their ain't nothing wrong with that.
Bside was a mob scene, and there were a lot of old heads around who I haven't run into in ages, but I'm always pleased when I do. Sivan keep the Brooklyn Lager flowing till 8pm was reached, and she switched me back to the usual. While shooting pool with Erin, Will, and Andy I noticed myself stumbling around.
Eventually, Andy, Cami and I headed out to Andy's place in Bklyn to take a look at an empty room. On the way back in to Manhattan, I tried to convince Cami to jump on the back of the service train with me, but wisely, she declined. We waited for the L for what seemed to be forever, but the good company, and fading buzz made for Good Times.
This mornings music included: Postal Service, Give Up and Pulp, hits
So its been a week, well a working week, since I last smoked. I'm trying to make an effort to clear my head, but I noticed that while laying off the green, my body craves the sweet sweet hooch. It could have been that Bside was handing out Free Booze from 6-8 last night for a Stop Smiling party. Or it could been that I'm in the throws of moving and its stressful as all hell (who has an apt for me?). Either way, I found myself loaded by 9pm last night, and their ain't nothing wrong with that.
Bside was a mob scene, and there were a lot of old heads around who I haven't run into in ages, but I'm always pleased when I do. Sivan keep the Brooklyn Lager flowing till 8pm was reached, and she switched me back to the usual. While shooting pool with Erin, Will, and Andy I noticed myself stumbling around.
Eventually, Andy, Cami and I headed out to Andy's place in Bklyn to take a look at an empty room. On the way back in to Manhattan, I tried to convince Cami to jump on the back of the service train with me, but wisely, she declined. We waited for the L for what seemed to be forever, but the good company, and fading buzz made for Good Times.
This mornings music included: Postal Service, Give Up and Pulp, hits
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