A couple weeks ago a friend of mine from the shelter “fell down an empty elevator shaft” and died. He was 22 years old. I guess thats what has me worried about things so much. So here I am, in my mid twenties, living with a bratty roommate, in a tiny little squat, and I have just about two hundred dollars in the bank. What the hell am I doing? I don't know, but I hope I'm doing something right. I see some of my friends here, in New York, (Most of them girls) and all they do is complain about how shitty life is. I can't really understand what's so shitty about having to call mommy and daddy to send some money!
Well, I don't complain too much, Well, I do, but not TOO MUCH.

But for the most part, I'm happy. I'm happy knowing that things can change at any moment. At any time things can get really good, or REALLY bad.
Here's what's been going on since I wrote last:

-Good news, my mom had me shitting my pants about her medical tests. It turns out she doesn't have cancer. She does need to have surgery, minor at that, it's only a cataract. Thank GOD! I'm across the country just trying to survive, I don't need to be worrying about her. I do anyway. But that's a big weight off my shoulders and hers.

-My roommate, Andre was arrested last weekend. I didn't know until after I called everyone he knew and started a search party. I got his Social Security number and called the hospitals and police departments. I was really worried. I even started thinking what I would say to his mother if he ended up being dead. Imagine, a close friend dies, he has no relatives in the country, you have no money. I was pacing back and forth.

-I got offered a job, or THREE jobs back home teaching Comedy Defensive driving. Performing at the club. And working at the club as a doorman. I had taken it. Then changed my mind. I would have to leave New York, I'm not ready just yet. Maybe in a few months… Maybe.

-We got hit pretty bad weather-wise this past week as well. Two feet of snow in 24 hrs. I could handle bad weather, believe me, I've lived in the streets, but now I lost hours at work, so in return I get a smaller check.

-My brother leaves on Friday to fight the war in the MidEast.

I really gotta start focusing on the situation I'm in. I need to get on the ball. I need to make some moves. Quick.

Thanks for listening. Ciao!