back in new york, took a train from Chicago to Detroit and chilled in Detroit-Wayne County Airport, i felt like Holden Caufield. It fel like Fight Club, i thought something was going to exploded. My flight was early, got in around 8:30, my parents picked me up, i had to teach Tuesday in Queens with the Queens Cultural Project, funny it's a guy from The Bronx they hired. That night was the 1 year Anniversary for Acentos
it was good, good venue, good people (well some of them). Wednesday i started teaching in a school in The Bronx, weird thing is that i have barely taught workshops in The Bronx, so it felt good. I was there with Roger early that morning to recruit a little more for my class. Class was good, hopefully it'll be better next week. I'm trying to get a job at Urban Outfitters, why not i buy or get enough shit from there, why not 40% off, you know. Saturday was Louder Than Words
hosted by Guy
it was fresh but i think i will blown up one day screaming at the panel for answers that tippy toe around shit.
i've been in a sulky lately, then i have these bursts of energy which feels weird and i know some people feel uncomfortable (which i dont know why i'm writing this). I feel so fucking bi-polar it's not even funny. BUT SO FUCKING WHAT. i'm listening to "The Grey Album"
sounds good, actually listenable.
i've been listening to alot of Dylan, Television, Mars Volta, Jane's Addiction, and Refused.
a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,v,w,x,y,z. (that's all i need to tell you everything, 26 letters)
(a prog rock fan)