Bing Bang Bong

My whole body hurts real nice. For the past few nights, I've run ten blocks through times square, evading traffic, cabs, and slow-moving humans, just to arrive to my bus within minutes to seconds of their departure. Zing.

Today work was inspiring. And debilitating.

I shot an interview with the rapper Maino. I was joking about dancing and how his microphone would tip tap and whip wap and boom boom and—

"I got arrested when I was 14, sent to prison for 15 years for a drug-related kidnapping. I got razored and I razored. I shot and got shot. I don't fu^kin care. I'll push bitches off the roof."

I stopped laughing and started listening. This was serious. This was his reality. I stood there, manning the camera, listening to Maino talk about drugs, death, violence, cash, money, hoes, and how black is his favorite color. He also said that he doesn't want to "hug no hairy naked men." He loves women. Apparently.

After the interview, I finished the Plies Beyond the Video. He looks so badass. It really came together, so I felt accomplished when I finished and played the grand piano on the 26th floor and felt great. I love music.

Then some interns took my fake cat, Jerry. It made me really sad, in all honesty. I don't know why, but I felt a loss in that moment. I made a sign, "Stolen Cat. REWARD! Black, brown eyes, 1 broken leg, 3 good ones. I miss him <3>

I got him back, though. 

I've got a crazy weekend ahead. I'll have pictures up soon so I can share my bed, kitchen, shower-party area, work area, and the new people in my life.

Yahoooo. I am excited to pass out and dream sweet dreams of gumdrops and magic fairies.

-Dylan