It’s not very often you go to a show, and get on a train to ride home with one of the guitarists and shoot the shit the whole way. Random. Air and TV on the Radio were kick ass. TV did an acoustic set which was more like a jam out on stage for awhile, fun to hear their songs in a different way. Air was just as intense. Good times… Kyp is really cool and nice. Always nice to see.

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ickle pickle dickle! pfft. i like beer. wheeee!

After more than 2 years out of my life… she reappears like that. Poof! Pretty cool. We hadn’t talked or even emailed. It was all well and good, as it was my fault, and I was willing to accept losing her as a friend. Anyhow… enough of the emotional side. It was nice to see her again… it was supposed to be a business meeting of sorts, but, 3 hours later, when you’re talking about time passed and the computers are put away… makes you wonder. It was definitely nice to catch up and hang with her again. She had some comments on my life and how I was with her, but, she was being honest and I could take it. She’s not one to harm you intentionally. Which is why I always felt awful for how things played out. All in all, I’m glad she came back to NYC. Always fun to watch her smile, trying to hide her teeth, and the way she winks accidentally when she’s talking. Funny.

Can you romanticize suicide? There comes a time in your life when the despair becomes too great, too overwhelming. For most, this desperation in such high degrees is unimaginable. I’m not trying to show or make anyone feel this way… sometimes it would be nice to feel normal. The truth of the matter is you’re living with an illness. But, unlike most diseases, you have the power to control it, and not let it control you. Understanding and believing this simple fact is a very difficult task. Not unlike the act of actually living with it. There came a very strong connectivity to the people in this film I saw. Some were seen as detached, others confused, or isolated, and even ‘fine’ as defined by friends and family. From watching them make their final, life ending decisions… I was able to see some beauty in it. Maybe I’m morbid. Or, maybe I’m more human and sensitive than you. It’s chilling, yet endearing in the same moment. Maybe…

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