Home...

Just got home from the Guns N' Roses concert @ Madison Square Garden. Yes, I walked sixty blocks to my apartment. My miniature fortress of solitude.

Whenever I tell D & J that I'm walking home, they look at me like I've told them I intend to fly to the moon in a paper airplane. Yes, it's slightly psychotic. Subways are cheap and cabs are easy. But it's one of the things I love about living in Manhattan. When I lived in Brooklyn, I was always taking trains or cabs. But I prefer the pavement under my feet. It's the cheapest transportation, gives me time to listen to music and collect my thoughts. And I always seem to have excess energy to burn.

My demons never let me rest...