I never know what to capitalize in the beginning of a blog entry. Is it like a short story or a novel where just about everything gets capitalized? Or is it just like an expression in a sentence since a blog is somewhat of a journal. Not knowing the correct way to present the title I'm going to start capitalizing the first and last words and blame my poor grammar on "stylistic individuality". Hell, I'm lucky when my spell check can understand what I'm trying to say. I once somehow managed to sneak a silent "q" into cat. It's write if I work it into the story damnit.
Since the big move I've sacrificed my home for a neighborhood. I'd rather have the home but I've done what I can to appreciate the surrounding area. The park that my apartment over looks is massive and beautiful to walk around. I've also found myself slipping into the habit of sneaking out and walking 1 1/2 blocks to the river overlooking NYC. At night it's an amazing skyline to behold and one that does wonders for my writing. It's funny because they have those binoculars that can see about 20 feet further than you can. For 25 cents you can have your voyueristic intentions fall short when you realize there's no way you can see into the windows of the buildings across the river. Not that I've tried, I have my own binoculars that already failed me, I don't need to waste 25 cents when I've already wasted $350. Stupid impulse buys. Who the Hell sells binoculars at a bar?
My other fun task is working. A lot. Like 80 hours a week, and then I get to write. I don't have days off anymore, well that's an exaggeration. I will get about 1 Sunday off per month. This is all part of one of those great plans, the ones that will make you a better person and put you in a happier place but you'll have to work through a lot of blood(inser comma here) sweat and tears. I need to start setting people up with my whole "Dylan Relief Fund" idea. That's where people come see me at my current bartending job on the weekends and drink and be merry and tip me nicely. I'm not promising free drinks, but if I forget how much liquor I pour in you wouldn't be mad at me, would you? (Wink wink nudge nudge). This big push has a lot to do with a special someone and a lot to do with me. I'm hoping that as I retool my book and work to get that published that I can also manage to pull myself out of debt and then have happy time success. Yes I like run on sentences, deal with it.
On the work note I have to say it's pretty sad that I'm already known as long winded. Talking to my coworkers they already are asking for "the short version" of things. I know I like to talk and tell stories, I mostly blame my friend Miguel who always managed to turn a 5 minute story into an epic tale of a good guy who runs to the liquor store and sees a guy run a red light and then ponders the meaning of life and his existence at that specific moment before adding the grander details of what beer he decided to buy and why and the quick conversation he had with the clerk at the store. One, two three....twenty two....fifty...eighty six! Now THAT'S a run on sentence!
I've decided I would now start posting a quote and a favorite traveling pic at the end of every blog. So here we go!
"There are no foreign lands, it is only the traveler who is foreign." -Robert Louis Stevenson
I took this pic walking to work one day in New Jersey. Right under an overpass in what is sometimes known as a dirty area I saw an amazing sunrise.
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