I’m positively flying down the street at 7.5 mph, with the wind in my hair, grown long since the days of high school. AirPods are securely in my ears, and Alice In Chains is playing softly enough that I can still hear the road noise, traffic sounds, and the hum of humanity in southern Manhattan. A ghostly, haunted voice recorded in 1992, of a man who died in 2002 sings to me in March of 2025…
I think it’s gonna rain
When I die
Perhaps, Mr. Staley, and I personally wouldn’t mind that weather on my last day – I love a rainy day with the best of them. But it won’t be today, nor in the immediate future. I have a growing group of people that love me, including the one that has my heart. Family and friends, new and old, rooting for me in my new present and future.
Even if it’s something as simple as a trip to Whole Foods for crusty bread and shrimp, as ingredients for a thrown-together dinner. Linguine, olive oil, garlic, red pepper flake, parmesan, and some crustaceans. Not a complex recipe by any means, but it’ll be quick, easy, and taste pretty good.
For me, nothing is forgettable anymore. Moments are not to be thrown away, but to be lived. And I plan on doing so for as long as I can. Carpe Diem.
…that is, if I can avoid getting hit by a Tesla in Tribeca. 😉
Now Playing: Dream Theater, Scarred.
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