I know it's been a while. Life happens.
Last night watching fireworks on someone's roof in Allston, screaming "Fuck the British!" we smoked and drank PBR in the rain. We are all young and sad in our own ways, all thin because of drugs or love or drugs and love, we do not eat but we smoke cigarettes and scream on rooftops.
In the morning our heads hurt, our throats burn, and we go to work.
With everything that's been going on in my personal life, I'm seriously considering whether I should stay in Boston much longer. I may move in the fall or the winter. I may move to LA.
Nothing is certain. Everything passes. We shall see.