feel asleep with my hoodie on and there are a bunch of french fries in the pocket.
people in portland like the stupidest shit.
productive day so far, listened to vicious circle 2 times through, listened to the rocky horror picture show soundtrack, watched the cbgb movie, took a shower and shaved, halfway through some french canadian trapper movie, drank a whole case of beer.
I’ve got this theory that my natural clock is sorta tuned to a 28 or even a 30 hour day and not a 24 hour day and that while i do need your doctor recommended 8 hours of sleep im more suited to stay up for like 20 hours and not the 16 that a 24 hour day allots while still having 8 hours of sleep.
hoping we either find a planet that rotates around itself in that 28-30 hour sweet spot in my lifetime or we find a way to slow the rotation of the earth.
last thing i remember about thursday night was singing “blue suede shoes” at a karaoke bar while drinking straight from a pitcher, last thing my camera has filmed was me finishing the pitcher singing “bette davis eyes.”
hanging out in the bathroom listening to music cuz the toilet’s the only seat in my apartment.
it’s weird thinking about the time i spent in portland and the time i spent in new york, especially in regards to the time i’m spending now in chicago. i can remember a lot of times having a lot of fun and doing a lot of stupid stuff and having a really good time, but i can’t really remember being happy anytime i lived in portland. i mean maybe for me happiness isn’t a long term thing, maybe a week or a couple days or a weekend are the longest period i’m capable of being happy. having moved to portland as a kid it was easy to scapegoat portland as the main contributor to any and all of my problems and while i’m sure that the climate of portland did indeed affect my mood, after having similar experiences while in brooklyn, a lot of fun, but not necessarily happy, there is a lot more looking at myself. now granted i’ve never wanted to live in new york and only went there because the stars aligned and i got in a bit of a fight with my best friend in portland specifically about a mixed up timeline on moving to chicago and a friend in nyc offered me work and a couch on the same day. that’s what kind of nutcase i am, instead of a) moving to the city we planned on and a city ive wanted to move back to since my family left or b) waiting, talking it out, syncing our plans and moving to chicago with my friend, i went with c) move to a city i love visiting, but knew i had no desire to live in.
but to sum things up, i figure ive traveled 2,800 miles on one flight, 1880 on 5 greyhound bus trips, 1027 on 2 trains, about 500 miles on 4 long distance car trips and who knows how many miles ive biked in the 9 different states ive stayed in during the last several months, but im back in chicago.
washington square park on my first day in new york.
lemon hill for the philadelphia invitational and baby chris’ wedding.
early mornings in manhattan.
winthrop square in boston.
one of my last nights in new york. worked a food delivery shift pretty late and got drunk and didn’t have a place to stay but ran into a dude who gave me a ton of MDMA and ended up rolling all night and spent the night hanging out here on the east river.spent some time in philly before the rocky race.
went to the world famous clermont lounge in atlanta with the deaner.
spent a whole week wicked drunk in new orleans hanging out with travis from freight bags and the deaner and the crazy people from nola.
before meeting up with some family outside of ann arbor for my grandparents 60th anniversary.
came back to chicago and hung out on some couches for a couple weeks.
signed a one year lease on an apartment a couple blocks from the house where i was born.