NEW YORK CITY!

Hello friends.
I'm here in New York city and my head is brimming with words. I've been listening to Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself To Live" so maybe that has something to do with it. I'm feeling real autobiographical. As such, I'm going to try my darndest to chronicle my little trip here. For shits and for giggles.

I'm currently sitting in a Starbucks somewhere near 42nd street and there's a guy next to me talking to himself. But he's not crazy, at least I don't think he is. Looks like he's reciting some sort of speech or presentation. So strange. Is that a symptom of being cramped and not having enough space, or is this guy just weird? Not really sure.

My flight yesterday into Newark was fairly grueling. On the first leg of the trip, the two guys next to me really hit it off and would not stop talking. Turns out one of them is a musician and the other just became the manager of a death metal band. The metal guy looked like a total dirtball, real Colorado white trash. He kept talking about how much he loves LA because you can buy weed at medical marijuana shops. As he talked, though, he started talking about his house in the Palisades that he bought for 2 million bucks and how he grew up in Malibu. Totally weird. Goes to show you, white trash grows wherever they play the Offspring.

Woah...totally weird... I'm at Starbucks as I mentioned, and some dude just sat down at my table. It's a smallass table, too. The size of a frisbee. I'm not used to this cramping of personal space. Not that I mind it entirely, it's just fucking weird.

Andrea doesn't get out here until next Wednesday. I decided that since I didn't have any projects in the hopper that it was as good a reason as any to come out here. I was pretty anxious at first as I have a hard time being by myself for any amount of time, but I think it's going to be pretty great. I'm staying with my pals Chris and Lisa Brunn. They have an adorable house in New Jersey. It's squeaky as hell, and I feel bad for walking around, but its warm and cozy. Guess it means I'll have to try assimilating to their daywalker schedule.

Aw shit... the dude across from me sounds like he's going to want my help hooking up to the internet. Screw that. Don't mean to be a complete jerk, but it took me 30 minutes to figure it out.