…a sense of place

hey rube,

I don't know if the bastard has mentioned this but


I NEVER in a million years ever thought I'd end up here.

sitting on a balcony.

my balcony.

drinking a beer and wondering how the hell I got here.

actually I'm wondering if the pain in my legs will ever go away from all of this running around.

my legs are screaming.

but I'll settle for drinking a beer and thinking about the sense of place I'll have sitting on my ass and looking at the empire state building from the edge of queens.
doesn't suck

—the bastard