Biking in Canada and Canada Hotel

You're damn right I'm sensitive.

Jamesville Reservoir, Syracuse, NY

Date: 10/4/11
Location: Syracuse, NY

I admit, I am a very sentimental, emotional person.

Some things just hit me at just the right angle, for example: dogs, hurt animals, and songs about little boy blue and the silver spoon. I would also call myself very sensitive. My parents used to use this term to describe me as in “Don’t be so goddamn sensitive” and so I thought it was a bad thing to be.

Now I realize that all it means to be sensitive is to give a shit a little more than most, and that my nervous system has a spidey sense for subtleties that most humans miss.

This can't be NYC..

I punched it to Bayonne Golf Club, in NJ. What an amazing place. You can check it out here. My friend laid out a party that was over the top. There were some surprise guests there that I didn’t expect. Some I hadn’t seen in 13, 14 years.

After that long, its hard to match up how you remember a person with the person you know see. The previous version is there, but then there are thousands of firmware updates your brain has to download all at once. And that’s a lot of ground to cover in one night.

Around midnight, the staff kicked us out. We boarded the private boat back to Manhattan. And from there we went for more drinks. Oh yeah, it was fucking cold last night. Not nippy, cold.

The Audi getting primped for the ball.

Exodus has begun exiting.

Exodus has finally begun.

The tape job on the car came out…ok. It looks ridiculous. I use the word ridiculous in the sense that it is not humorless. You look at it and you think “that guy must be ridiculous, as in absurd, but not humorless.”

Seems the drunker people are, the more they want to high five you when they see it. Which speaks volumes because most people when they are drunk, the stick in their ass becomes undone.

The effect is just what I had envisioned, with one exception. That one exception is that I had not envisioned the red color to be not-red. It’s only red if you don’t put something up next to it that really is red. Then it’s red/orange. But I am also highly sensitive and I have a keen eye for color and I am anal, so I don’t think anyone else would make the same comment.

I did everything right. The World fucked it up.

Last day of the pre-Exodus life. Would have liked to spend a little more time on my thoughts on this day, but it started at 9AM and I just sat down.

I had planned on delivering some genuine thought on what's going on in the heart and head region, but I don't think I have it in me. I'm a little melancholy because I can't control the world. I thought that I might be able to, but I can't.

That's what I tell myself when things don't go according to plan. I say to myself "Gibbs, you can't control the world." And I do hear myself, unless I'm texting someone or thinking about women at the time.