Last night I was in the front row at Man Man when some drunk trust fund kid pushed and shoved me out of the way and tried to steal my spot. I’m all for every man for himself and all, but theres no reason to get so violent with it. That being said, he and I got into a verbal argument when I told him to chill the fuck out and he wouldn’t so I slapped him. I let him have his stupid spot and squished myself in next to him, then like 2 minutes later his glasses literally fell off his face and into my hands. Karma’s a bitch like that.
We walked home from Ft. Greene in the rain and today we woke up bruised and exhausted. I had Mister Softee at Coney Island and got my feet wet running from waves and the whole time all I could think about is how absolutely perfect life is right now.