NYC is killing me, and has beaten the shit out of me for the last time. Exit strategy: Austin Santa Fe Albuquerque Portland, whichever is best, I will stay. I’ll dig ditches if I have to. Or, keep going if I have to. I never stop. I never quit.

Everything you do,

I feel the love, passion you give.

It’s like a tidal wave of wow.

You were made for great things: 

Not to endure pain forever.

I think God will give you

the desires of your heart.

You have struggled enough.

I am praying that for you.”

– My most moral friend.

The kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.

The kind of thing keeps my head out the oven.

I hope I will find more like him some day soon.

It would keep me alive.

I would still have light left.