A guy at work made the comment that he really enjoyed working with me and what a nice guy I was despite how much shit my coworkers talk about me.
As I was scrolling though Facebook I realized two things happened. First, I got angry and sad. Which I think most people do. Second, I signed out and took a well needed break.
When I first moved to New York it was a lot to take in. Not the big city itself, the chaos, the tons of people, the shenanigans, the late nights of tomfoolery and the many characters I have met on the streets. No. That stuff I actually really dig and that’s the reason I wanted to be in New York so badly. I love real people and their stories. I think most people that love to write, have a love for life and are just down to earth genuine people do. These people I actually get and seek out.