Maturing....

I haven't posted in a billion and a half years so here I am...hoping that I can come up with something interesting to say.

Probably not though, because my brain's working at about ten paces slower than the rest of my body. If I manage to get out of bed at a decent hour my brain is usually still two or three hours behind.

It has to do with the whole squeezing a weeks worth (if not more) of New York City sightseeing into three days thing. It probably also has to do with the VIP status and bottle service we got, to the club tenjune, while in NYC. And it definitely has to do with the 16 hours of running around to the 6 hours of sleep we got....

But I'm not complaining.

I'm just aware of the fact that, if you want to stay sane, you can't EVER do New York in three days.

"You must be crazy or just plain stupid!"
"Stupid is as stupid does..."

New York is one of those places that needs to be lived in or experienced through the eyes of a kid with ADHD.

That place is a blinking, shinning, twirling, speeding, popping, swirling sensory overload and when I go back (to live?) I plan on moving much more ssssssllllooooooowwwwwllyyyy....

Or else...I'll explode.

But I learned something great while there: one nice kid from the Bronx can shatter a whole lot of ignorant illusions I ever had about the dirty, grimy streets of Manhattan.

Like a gem in a puddle of mud or a shinning star in a dark night sky, Alvin from the Bronx was the uplift I needed on that horrible, horrible day.

His presence and momentary friendship gave me a sense of hope that there are truly decent people in this world and that you don't need to look far to find them. When you're 18 and you choose to spend an hour talking to a girl from Toronto (making her feel better as she almost vomits on you for asking "what on earth did you drink?") instead of out screwing around......that makes you a star.

God, my first bitter taste of...what? I'm not sure how to put it......

Well, we all rely on facebook as a way to keep in touch with the people you meet, but when I didn't exchange full names with Alvin and then went away (never to see him again) it dawned on me how significant our meeting really was.

I know I'll ever see him again but that's a bittersweet realization I've come to accept. I'll always remember him, for hist truly admirable character, and that's almost better than any correspondence we might have had over facebook.

No, I'm not in love with him.

But wouldn't it be so An Affair to Remember -ish, if I was?

In other news: out with the old, in with the new! D-Starr Beats, make way for something better......