doin’ pretty good as far as geniuses go

Moving camera from pocket to pocket on my ride.

Feeling out of place and like everything is volatile when I’m not and nothing is. QQ moar.

I need to get back to being unfazeable. That was good times. Everyone also told me I was an unfeeling robot. Imagine me doing that thing where you are mime-weighing two items in your hands making a face like, “shrug”. That’s what I’m doing in my mind.

Road down to Bay Ridge with the Pake on my back after Google lied to me about where the shop was. Back at 47th, got the fork/stem/bars slapped on. She’s coming together.

Met up with CST in Manhattan. Hunted for dresses. Hunted for vegan-friendly foodness. Found myself two new coats, free drinks, and an invitation to The Box for more libations.
Too much city, too tired, next time.

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