2.5 month recap (pt. i - the vibrant nirvana)

the weekends, I’ll wake at 12:00. I can see the sun bleeding through the blinders.

on saturdays, we’ll get chipotle for lunch on 14th.

afterwards, anshoo, mitch, and I might make a beat. we’ll play it for the eighth floor later.

I’ll do some work and fuck around before I head out to the city.

the places we’ll go, we got choices. I’ve already been around a bit.

midtown; radio city hall the first week, later on at the moma and saw starry night

times square, twice, sitting on the steps and felt the lights beam on my face

central park for a set I was doing, and then central station to go home.

harlem, chinatown, and soho with the floor

queens twice, one for party during the first week, one for an $1000 dinner

brooklyn twice, one to pick up zak’s girl, one for halloweekend.

and the people we’ll see, we got choices.

living taping of the view, I passed on drew barrymore

a boogie performed at a club we went to

saw spike lee in the elevator, I didn’t converse

tight with the star of a show I watched as a kid

and when the night falls, we got choices.

I might get faded with the 8th floor watching saikam,

I might get dinner with a girl, she’ll come to the floor later

there’s a theater nearby, my first week I got overstimulated after eating a 150 mg

when I’m with the floor, we smoke in wash, there’s a store that doesn’t card right by the dorm

otherwise, we hit the bong on the floor we made out of a vodka bottle and a britta.

but it’s usually the parties. I’m still showing up in black and gold

we’ll pre-game prior on the floor with the girls on 7th,

and then we’ll take the subway or uber to wherever the venue is at

or sometimes we’ll host. we only had one RA incident.

we got a suitcase full of our empty bottles. we call it the graveyard.

and when I sleep, instead of stargazing, I see a skyline of floors lit up outside my window.

thank you eighth floor.

thank you to the places that don’t card.

thank you nyc.