So here I am, standing in the rain

So here I am, standing in the rain. I decided to go to the supermarket to buy groceries. Truth is that I had nothing else to do. Nothing came up in my mind. Even though there was a lot of options. Playing video games, watching TV, going to the Bowery Poetry Club to drink some wine. I would do all that by my mind or heart wouldn’t feel like it’s there. I strolled through the rainy night of Manhattan until something inside me clicked. Before I even realize, I’m in the heart of central square. The lights that surrounded all corners, the people filling up the air with their carbon footprint and sounds. What felt like a grey world immediately came to me like a rainbow slapping my fucking face. It was amazing, I didn’t know anymore. It felt greater than an orgasm, but it was something I can control. I was crying, I couldn’t help it. Even though I’m a queens’ boy, I fell in love with Manhattan. The diversity, the appreciation of the rise technology and the preservation of nature. I was always in love; I was just too stupid to take it for granted. I’m proud that of all the beautiful nations in the world, I was born in America. Among all amazing states with their own unique anesthetics, I’m glad that I was blessed enough to be born in New York. I had to stay away from the crowd so to keep them from stopping, I didn’t want to cause a scenery that would then cause a traffic. I’m the type of guy that thinks long-term.

But the voice in my head told me to hell with the world and to do it anyways.  So I stand up and go into the center of traffic and yell WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! Then I speed down the street and I hit something I know I did but to furious to stop I kept going. Nobody came after me so it must have been an animal. When I finally got home and turned on the TV I realize

Oh no! this cannot be happening to me right now. Halsey was in town for a concert and I did not even know about it. Where in the heck am I living? I was so pissed at myself. She was my favorite artist. I love all of her songs and couldn’t stop play them over and over again. I sat there desperately. Suddenly, I came up with an idea.

I will start collection in her honor. I love her music so much that I would like to own copies. Never really saw myself be passionate about something until I heard her. Her voice so majestic, brings out the best memories. Like when you hear the opening vocals of The Lion King, AAAAAAAHHHHH SHAAAABEEENNNAA, I haven’t heard something so inspiring.

It makes me want to sing too. As a kid, The Lion King was one of my favorite movies. Now as an adult I go see the Broadway show.  Definitely, brings me memories.

The good ones. The best memories that I have. The ones that I try to keep. I cant help but wonder what things will happen in my furute. Ofcourse, hoping the the good. Hoping for the good to continue. Ah yes, the good, the good food, the good vibes, the good humor. I’d like some good mood, some good mood. Don’t I sound like I’m listening to the Beetles in the back of a Volkswagen mini van.

“Phil, I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“not me, they make me think of the texas chainsaw massacre and that movie is soooo gory.”

WHO THE FUCK IS PHIL. This question is like finding how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. DR PHIL TO BE EXACT. HE ihas one of the greatest country accents trying to straighten out man kind. Sadly he has given clout to so many stupid people now its ridicoulous . I guess he thought it’s good to be with stupid people. But it’s not. It his crazy I ready jump of a mountain right now instead of doing this stupid thing, how stupid!stupid!stupi! In the ened, this or that happened and we all got our happy ending. Fuck yeah and fuck this. Im out.

(DISCLAIMER: My part ended at "I’m the type of guy that thinks long-term.", the rest belonged to someone else's. If you see any corny jokes, then that's probably me.)