New York was good. I met up with a good friend and we explored almost all of Central Park.
We found the Belvedere Castle. We walked though strawberry fields to the sound of "Come Together" being played by a bunch of strangers with guitars and the smell of weed drifting out of bushes.
I had some truly wonderful pizza and sat in Grand Central and read for awhile.
But for some reason, after doing all of the things I wanted, I'm not sure if i want to live there next year afterall.
I also lost my two favorite rings on the bathroom sink of Dylan's Candy Bar Monday night.
Take me to some place magical again?






Let me go back to excitement.
And let me get rid of this goddamn flu.