Though I've made my way out West, I'm still a New Yorker, and I lament how this city doesn't even know how to ride the subway right.
Whenever I'm not out of breath, I'm trying to learn every instrument. I used to be an actual drummer and singer, but I'm at least backup-worthy on ukulele, piano, guitar, trumpet and harmonica these days.
I maintain I'm the only person to have listened to Einstein on the Beach as pump-up music in the Squaw parking lot.
The open road
The serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
The wisdom to know the difference
(jokessss I promise I'm not that insufferable)