Hello, peeps!

A lot's been happening since I last blogged; instead of being my usual, nuerotic self about writing this blog, i'm just gonna write:

You see, life is so very jam. I'm constantly reminded that life's smallest intricacies make it worth living, each and every day; in my day-to-day activities there's something wonderful, hidden and subsequently discovered, accomplished, etc. and the people around me, although sometimes disappointing, are very true and good. I am so thankful. SO thankful! I want to run around the streets of Manhattan (maybe naked) and proclaim that life is FUCKING good.

It helps that I live in New York fucking City; my love for the city is so strong it's scary. Walking around New York, talking and interacting with all different kinds of people, compiling nutty stories, saying nutty things, doing awkward things - these are the days, man, these are the days. I ran into two tourists once on Lexington Ave. and 46th; I approached them and asked if they needed help (they were looking like a map all conspicuously) and they asked me where Times Square was. I pointed down and right; told them it was right around the corner. I recognized their accent - Hungarian - and I had a conversation with them.

Chuck asked me to be his best man. I was so humbled; I got the call while having brunch at Bubby's w/Nick. He called twice; since this is rare, I though something must be up. Chuck would never call twice unless he had a burning question. So I answered the second time. Speaking of Nick, I'd called him the day before to figure out brunch logistics. Later that day, I'm walking south on Lafayette, in a random and rather barren block, and there's Nick - he notices me before I him - and his arms are outstretched. Fuckin random as fuck, and awesome to see you here!

Then there's the dude in the pastry shop. I'm in line for the bathroom. He makes some small talk about the long line, and I acknowledge him. Then he says, "Family is important, no? But good friends are great to have, too." I agree, and think this is jam. Then he jumps right into sexuality and comments that men need to release, release (he's looking for the word) then he says it - sperm! He also explains the female orgasm to me and actually acts it out (just the motion, no sound - this wasn't Katz's deli, he wasn't Meg Ryan). Then he tells me he can make people get on their knees at his command. I start tio tune out, but appreciate his genuine nature - he says, "you'll never meet another Tony!"

Today I received one of the greatest compliments ever - it actually was probably more directed at my mother - I'm seeing an apartment and the landlord says to the broker, "I might help this kid out, give him a deal, take the rent down a bit, because I like him. He's not a fratty dick." Then the broker started singing my praises. It may have been artificial, but I didn't get that vibe.

Such a good day. Such a good day.