Now I know I have to leave Miami now. I have been here for five days and I'm just not feeling it. I absolutely love it here. isn't this funny? I mean I really like it. I love driving down the interstates with the top down blasting the music and seeing the beautiful views everywhere. I feel like it is home. But when I'm walking down the street I'm feeling this major discomfort inside. I'm not used to it. was gone too long. Now I know what it is. its just time to bail. I gotta find a place where I feel more at home. I will always love Miami. I am trying to figure out a way I can keep my place here and get another place in New York. Cause I love it here. and would like to come back a few times a year just to chill. How can you not love Miami? But I'm feeling New York a lot more now. just for the homey feeling. Like I already feel like new York is my home. It feels like home to me. why? I don't know. I only lived there a year. Isn't that weird though? Walking around South beach felt so unreal. So unaligned. Like I have to get out of here. like I am a dead stranger walking around in a world in which I do not belong. Zombies everywhere. Crazy. The Piano Man put it best. “dude I've been here five years and still don't feel like I've made any good friends here.” yea man. I think everyone agrees with you but no one does anything about it.  

Talking and debating all the time with Rosie about God. So much fun. The more I hear her ideas and her friends and teachers and preachers ideas about religion the more it turns me off to Christianity and all the religions. As Bas says “Ro, you make the most beautiful thing sound so horrible.” Its like all these rules that they just have made up ruin what could be a very simple and beautiful thing. Ro just read be here now by ram Dass please. 

Current Spin: a little Italian alternative group known as afterhours, hai paura del buio?

Last screening: natural born killers. The best movie ever made? They say that coveted label belongs to citizen Kane. Hey man, Elvis was once considered the king. But that was then and this is now. The acting, the script, the cinematography, the lighting, the colors, the music, the quick shots, everything. The guy was so much better than anyone else when he made this film. So way beyond. He was Jesus. He was peaking. It’s a study in human genius. I have never been more moved or inspired by a film, not the content mind you, which I still find disconcerting—but the film itself as a testament to how good moviemaking can be. Still today. it is the Sistine chapel of cinema. Its the white album.