It's been one year since I passed through the DHS' tourist counter, having to justify my visit to the officer at the desk.
One year since I landed at Adi and Kirsty's place in Brooklyn, ready to tear up Manhattan and learn to make Lasagna.
About a year since I tried to hit on a tattooed girl and ended up with some of the best Nihilist friends I've ever had.
New York was another world, another time. And in retrospect, I'm not even sure what it was, if it was, and what I possibly could've gotten schooled with from it.
Not true. There's lots of stuff. But it's all in the journal.
I'm automagickally letting you know that I'm listening to In The Deep by Bird York from Crash Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

