So, I smoked my first cigarette last night. Man, those things suck balls. I hate them. My throat feels shitty.
This is going to be hard.
I went to a wedding reception and all the couples were happy and dancing to slow songs. Everyone was garrulous and knew each other. The tiniest breaches of time slipped by and I never made it out to see how the rest of New York was doing, as was the plan. I felt the hard pangs of loneliness shucking my skin as if I were cobbed corn. I talked to people about their lives and forgot the lyrics to songs. We all agreed that nothing perfect is ever born rich or free.
Maybe this won't be so hard.