Big World, Small World

I haven't updated in a couple of days... I think.. and I rationalized that by telling myself that nothing has happened but I suppose that's when you know a real blogger from a pretend blogger and I know who I want to be. I want to be a real bloggers. I got an email the other day from a girl I've only heard about. It was very sweet. She mentioned that she's moving back to NY and that we know a bunch of the same people and we might as well start being friends now. Something along those lines. The funny part is... the people she mentioned are my friends from outside NYC. They're all from Warwick..for the most part and that's pretty funny that out of all the people I know here Warwick is our main connection. One of the kids from the Wick that she mentioned was Tista. One of the best people I ever had the pleasure of knowing. He took his own life not too long ago and I feel he's with me every day saying funny shit and "filming" things. After watching a rather touching episode of Battlestar Galactica last night I realized, thanks to Tyrol, that I don't want to give people credit for shit just because they're dead and I want to assure you that I'm not. Tista had his flaws and we all do. He made up for them in big ways until... He was probably the only one that didn't know how much love the world had for him and how affected people are by his absence. Some friendships grew stronger while others collapsed. I remember on my way to the wake I was joking around and laughing with my friends but as soon as I got there I started crying hysterically, quivering lip and all. Losing total control of your body is a crazy thing. I can feel that thinking about all this is bringing me into the topic of love so.. get excited.

Luv ya tist!