Last night...

I wanted to update this blog with a lonely entry. I tried to write what I was feeling, and it was getting pretty grim. I was feeling sorry for myself, which is something I try not to do, but with the past month's events, I was certain I was headed for some sort of breakdown.

Just then, my best friend called. She had been feeling the same way too. Betrayal is a bitter pill to swallow, especially when you trust wholeheartedly.

We decided then, to go out, and have a good time. Usually our good times consist of heading out to NYC and soaking in the sites. We don't necessarily qualify as tourists, since we were native New Yorkers for years. We just had to get back to our roots. We had a fun time. I haven't felt that good in a long time, and I really think I needed it. I didn't think about the incubus, although, the roar of a motorcycle fleet did have me doing double-takes for a minute. But, when the roar was drowned out the nightly noises of the NYC streets, I was okay again. I even boy watched. Boys are so cute when they're just out on the town, hangin' with their friends, watching the girls go by. My best friend even got a henna tattoo.

Pictures will follow...

We went up to the stand, and we saw this Polish, or some type of Celtic descent woman, doing henna tattoos for $5. This older, Jewish lady, obviously a tourist, wanted a henna heart on her boobage. We looked on trying to decide if we wanted one. I opted out. Only because the only tattoo I wanted was the astrological symbol of the Capricorn. The sign the incubus is born under. It was a pretty symbol, but I don't think I wanted to henna myself with the symbol of the incubus. Too fanatic like. So, we're talking to the lady and her son. Her son actually said, "Yeah, you should get one, my mom's getting one, and she has plenty of canvas to work on!!" Yeah, man, he was talking about Mother's boobage! You can't make that type of shit up! My best friend decided on the henna she was going to get. It was on her lower back, and it came out uber-pretty! Yeah, I'm talking about you, Wiles. It was a good night. Nah, it was a great night.

I think we all were going through some sort of breakdown, because I had a friend I needed to console. She called me while we were in the city, and she almost broke my heart, she sounded so hurt. I decided, if I can't console my heart, I can soothe someone else's. It's funny, I always take care of ones I care about, but I never take my own advice. Like, I can dish it, but I can't take it. It's weird. All my life, I've helped other people with a kind word, a shoulder, or just some laughter. But I needed some of that for myself. And that's what last night represented. A new birth for me. A clean slate.

I made my peace with a lot of people, and I also stated my case. If you want to be surrounded by the love I exude, come in, the water's fine. If not, whatever.

Clear heart, clear mind, clear conscience...


Now, I need to find the Artist...