The man said a mouthful, yes. Before some girl let him OD in a hotel room, yes. In that act he said alot too, yes. My life was saved more than once, yes. What to say, hmm? I've got a big mouth, yes. I came here, yes. I am not at all unique, no. Except that I am, yes. Ow, the human condition, ow. I can't leave with my tail between my legs, no. But I must leave all the same, yes.
My dreams brought me here. I fit in alright, egomania and all. Quite the normal state here, actually. But my further dreams cannot be realized here. I am certain. Gram said about everything I wanted to say. That is the mark of a fine song, to me. I wish I'd written it.
Finished the strawberries for breakfast. Dog, et cetera. To the Sinai, vanilla coffee out front, gave the man an extra dollar, he shouted -Excuse me! and returned it. NYC is so tough? Yes, it is. I'm a regular to him. He has, in a small way, got my back. Build day. Java application servers, web front end servers, interaction with the DBAs. Make it happen, make change. Get a falafel sandwich for lunch. Sitting with S.. He is such a nice guy. I would have alot to learn from him if I had any desire to be a nice guy anymore. I'm as nice as I can afford to be. He is getting screwed over in a big way, I only ever really screw myself over. I am so fortunate it's sick.
Corresponding with M.. Yes, the Iraq situation sucks. But I explained to him, this is what's happening. I am not a good man to do nothing. I have no energy, I am dazed and confused. Stop killing, please.
Build the other side. Different Java servers, different web servers, same DBAs. Symlinks don't work. Fall back, fall back! We are being outsourced? Who can do this? Anyone could do this, but who can? I don't know. Dazed and confused. Some of my stocks are OK. I'm ready to quit tech. I need a building. Or more stocks following those succesful advisors. I've lost enough.