i've spent a lot of time lately hating on Red Hook, but i'm just being stupid. it's not red hook's fault that i refuse to get a job, that i haven't finished my book (okay, it could have something to do with it, considering all the social distractions innate in the neighborhood), or that i get involved in relationships designed ot not work out. nor is it red hook's fault that when i had to move i took the path of least resistance, instead of making an intelligent decision.
i looked at what i hope will be my new apartment today and the landlady seemed like a normal person. that made me feel better. that and soccer taco.
there are great people everywhere here. who cares if it's a small town and i'm a local. i wanted to be a local, now i am.
last night i worked at the hope and anchor diner, where i used to work and the kerioke was nutty and awful, but i walked up to the pioneer and my old friend Megan who moved off to go to grad school and sometimes that's enough, right?
every thing doesn't have to be monumental. it can just be.
3 comments:
Tacos rule.
yeah, they do. stalker. you read this? wow.
no, i was under the impression that only one person knew this exhisted, and that person already knew i couldn't spell (i guess you know that, too) and that i'm writing a teen novel, therefore mostly concerned with very trivial things.
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