I remember having purpose, waking up in the morning with my sketch book pushing my bike out of a tiny railroad apartment in ridgewood biking it to La Guardia Community College for my 9am intro to drawing class.
I remember walking and biking almost through all the cracks and corners of LIC and Sunnyside... sitting or standing and thinking to myself "one day I'm going to live here...." & "when I'm 21 I'm going to drink at this bar..." I was fucking imprinting bars, I was a drunk at 19 and I didn't even fucking know it.
Listening to my favorite jams, inspiring me, consuming me, I felt my big sweaters engulf me, I sipped my coffee before fucking hipsters crawled into mainstream... I was beckoning fashion trends before I fucking knew it.
the past ain't as pleasant as how we remember it & I know that but I want my resolutions, and all that easy free simple shit that made me get up and do shit, well I want it back in my blood stream.
How do I make this important to me?
I have goals that I intend to meet tomorrow.
I'll leave you with a promise... tomorrow I better fucking come back with a good story to tell you.
peace out.
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