The Hole In The Sky
I do love this city. And I do love summer. But I’m ready for autumn. It’s just stupid hot right now — sticky, sluggish, Africa hot — and coupled with having 4000 things to do and no sleep, it’s soul crushing.
The long story short is that I woke up, dropped the CD of for duplication, worked for 10 hours, went to the dentist, ate some lasagna, went to Kinko’s (where I was so displeased with my mailers I decided to go back to the drawing board and pay 1-800-Postcards to do the job), then my cell phone rang and my boss was calling with some changes to the latest salvo in the Biggie/Tupac murder story. So right about now I’m getting to my guitar, getting some rehearsal in, before waking up and doing it all again… tomorrow, September 11th.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t concede that I’m a little on edge about tomorrow. I work in Time’s Square. We joke about dirty bombs, and evacuating the building. But underneath it all, the memory of last fall’s bomb and anthrax scares is pretty fresh. And the hole in the sky is pretty apparent.
So, we’ll see, I guess.