in switzerland. found a beautiful apartment in NY last weekend. i wish i was back in van. the couple of things that were keeping me here dont seem so important anymore, now that i've been home. whatever man, it's like 3 weeks till the end.
i walked around the musty club for what felt like a lifetime. drainng bottles of liquid waiting for something to happen. my body felt heavy and unforgiving. my clothes were wrong and my hair was in my face. there were other people there but i didn't notice them, only the bartender. he was my friend.