Travelin....
Somebody please let all of this walking, planes, more walking, more crappy ass saturns, an occasional bus, and too many cigarette roller coaster stop. I literally get up every morning in a haze of pain having to make excuses for the night before as I simply use myself as some sort of rag doll for the masses. Not wanting to stop or not go out I implore and force myself to hit the beaten street night after night in hope of some sort of f'd up assimilation. Well NYC changes everything so you can imagine. But, I warn you, come Monday...I go on a diet of goodness. Goodness I tell you...I don't think my body can take anymore...
