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semi-autobiographical
creative writing 
new york and los angeles.
isolation, identity, autonomy, globalism.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

sydney

We had the city in our pocket, the world in our dreams, everlasting friendship, oh yeah, you and me. We had a moment over pizza. Where did it all go? We had a warm summer night but now it’s turned so cold.
It’s easier to get lost in a fantasy. I'm over that at least a little bit. The fantasy began to fade. I guess it always does. I just want it back what we had. That bestfriendship closeness, looking in each others’ eyes, reading each others’ mind, laughing in the downtown light at 3 am outside a bar, driving around in my beat up car listening to bad religion on the radio.
Trains rush through one darkened city after another while a plane gently cuts through hazy clouds. I can’t get away from this light-speed life. Outside a city rushes by and I don’t notice the slick, darkened streets, red taillights on speeding cars, sloping hills until months later.
I didn’t know I’d miss the way I felt pressed next to you, the way we laughed out with our crew while sailing between buildings, alleys and rooftops, dodging djs, tossing back cotton candy shots. What happened to the grimy stages we climbed upon to dance the nights away, the magic that made everything ok? The midnight meals and all night drugs, the everlasting hugs, they’re gone.

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Influences besides NY&LA: Francesca Lia Block, Mary, Courtney Love, Janet Fitch, Casey & Nick, Lindsay, My sisters, Rachel, Jessica, Melina, Gabe, Annie, Peggy Ellsberg & the Ells Girls aka Meli Julie & Sherrie, Jenny, Bob Dylan, Suede, Shirley Manson, Heidi Sigmund Cuda, Gwen Stefani, Bad Religion, Beyond Scents, thrift stores, JetBlue & the Airtrain, Telluride, Faith Hill, Peeps, Pete Wentz