Posts Tagged: ‘luthier’

when brooklyn has your back

September 17, 2016 Posted by the writer

img_6829Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always.

I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly.

I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. (more…)

around. it’s hard. opera.

September 15, 2016 Posted by the writer

img_6523I was speaking with one of my favorite people yesterday who commented how I haven’t been around.

Truth be told, the luthier fucked up my game for a hot second. So yeah, she’s right. I haven’t really been around. I’ve been out and about – all over the place.

My heart has been kicked around at this point to a degree where getting over another break-up has taken on a new tone. I used to try to think of what could be done differently, or how to fix things. (more…)

my birthday. dust biting.

September 10, 2016 Posted by the writer

Today is another birthday. Last year, I was sailing around the south Caribbean. This year, I have a soul sister from Australia beside me. It’s five in the morning, we’re on our way to Central Park.

Yesterday, the luthier decided he needs some space. I guess this has been unravelling since I last popped into these parts.

Some things I save for poetry. But trust me, that one hurt. Yet another one bites the dust.

In a few hours I’ll be having French pastries and black coffee in Soho. Tonight I plan on dancing to samba.

You never know what a birthday will bring. Here’s to year 38.

settle. learn. scribble.

August 20, 2016 Posted by the writer

IMG_6055Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.

I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.

I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. (more…)

back from italy. shout out japan.

August 18, 2016 Posted by the writer

Namaste blah-g family…IMG_6028

I’m back from Italy. It was literally everything.

But first – shout out Japan. (more…)

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