heartbreaker

i saw my first new york celebrity!!! this guy!!! carson something!! i mean, wait... the queer eye guy!!! carson something!!!

the moment was incredible. we sat and drank coffee and our conversation was majestic. we discussed music, art and the like. we were old friends. it was kismet. i can't believe i ever existed anywhere else on earth. the gates of heaven. they are overrated when speaking with carson something. i mean, i try not to blush.

this is all true. except for the gates of heaven stuff. i went for a massive walk today. i took the subway to the village because i wanted to go to bleeker street records. but i got off too late and i ended up in chinatown. so i asked a guy, 'hey buddy, how i do i get to this place?' and he said, 'walk this way' for like twenty minutes. so i walked. and i walked. i walked through chinatown. i was so lost it was sad. i walked and walked until i found trendy coffee shops and the like. i wish i was not fat from surgery. otherwise, i would have been the most beautiful creature in town. but these folks, they dress like everyday is a catwalk. there are lights and cameras on every intersection.

i found other music. and it was awesome. all the bands i knew, the up and comers. and they were way over priced. i could get them for about five dollars less online. i'm sure new yorkers knew that. i mean, they are the smartest folks in america.

i kept walking. i walked through new york university. i walked all the way to bleecker street records. again, nothing amazing.

but i wanted something amazing. so i had to create it. i was at 6th and fourth. my hotel was at 6th and 40th. i knew what i had to do.

so i walked all the way to my hotel. that's right. i walked through the new york crowds in my flimsy shoes. i felt muscle pangs. i ignored them. i was hungry. i didn't care. i had to keep going. i had to walk the distance on 6th avenue. i had to prove i could do it. it wasn't about fitting in. it was about attrition. this channelview boy was going to walk all the way and soak up every instance and every breath and every foul stench and every sound and every billboard and every scaffold and every stop shop and every bit of new york on his way back to his hotel. he had to do it because he knew he was never coming back. he was going to feel every inch of the concrete and trip and fall and get laughed at and step in potholes and take the wrong way because this was it. he was not going to feel it again.

and i made it. i stripped out of my soaked, sweaty clothes and started again. i walked to a sushi restaurant and on the way saw carson what's his name. he was on the phone. i assume he was talking to the vice president. i had some sushi and then hung out at the hotel bar and talked to the cool asian bartender all of the night. she was a big arrested development fan. much respect.

demitria's coming tomorrow. new york will be restaurants and broadway shows. and it will be fun.

but i can't wait to be back to the mountains. the passes. the trees.

it's going to be a good weekend.