And... Go.

2004. The year things happen. Somehow, my friends and I have come to a consensus on this year. Nothing is exactly easy. Nothing goes quite as planned. A bit of work, a lot of thinking on your feet, quick reflexes, and an adaptablility to change. And a willingness to just go the f*** ahead and take chances. See where they lead. This is the year where we're rock stars. This is our moment. We don't have the option of wasting it. Me? I just lost a job that I relied on, one that I once quite enjoyed and still was liking elements of. I'm in New York City. It's spring. I'm down on cash, trying to find a way to keep an apartment I love, and my brain is in a million places at once. I should be terrified. I should be stressing triple-time. But I'm not, somehow. Dunno exactly why. Don't much care. Better things to do. My man Chris Lamb moved into my apatment yesterday. Flew in from Huntsville, Alabama. Three bags with him. Never se