21 Nov 2009
the walkmen - good for you’s good for me
after wandering around the west village following a dangerous all-you can drink open bar joint-fundraiser for my soccer team and a rather congenial women’s amateur side, it was probably not the best of ideas to come home and introspectively go through all of my old moleskins, including the legendary circa ‘05-‘06 f-train diaries, and then proceed to drunk dial an ex 500 miles away and talk to her for an hour plus. about nothing. about everything.
memory is selective, and how certain things felt at the time seem so foreign and overstated with the hindsight i now have, especially in light of the sheer amount of shit that went down in the last year, the two thousand and ninth of our lord.
and the sun was shining out, cast my shadow on the walk. another year is going round, in a shadow of this town.




