Ice Cold

i am movin on up, out of the ghetto. this will be my last post from the streets of DC. unless of course i get bored today, it is only 11am.

sitting here i cannot help but feel sad about my departure from this great area. all of the stories i had to share, all of the things i have seen, all of the seemingly near-death experiences i have had. i will miss my friends... Tron, Tyrone, Nay Nay, that dancing guy... wait a minute... what am i saying?? FUCK THIS PLACE!

i am hella glad to be moving from here. starting monday i will be in Tysons Corner with the rest of civilized society. eating lunch with people, parking like a normal person, not spending 1hr 20min on the road every morning, not dodging bullets. the crack addiction will be tough to break, but with a little support and a little Panera, i feel i can get over it.

so it is so long land of crackheads and police sirens -> hello land of BMW's and soccer moms...