Writing My Wrongs

It feels like I never left. As AJ and I made our way to the GW bridge to take us into the last leg of our road-trip into Harlem… I was reminded of why I love NY city. Despite the traffic at 8 in the morning…and me driving a big ass truck like I got paid to do it. I squeezed myself between to trucks and posted myself on the bumper of another truck as we made our slow roll across the Hudson.

I am glad that AJ stayed up and talked to me the whole 4.5 hours. I belatedly realized that I packed only slow music and if she had been sleeping…my mind would have drifted elsewhere.

It was less than 24 hours before, on Thursday, that I had crossed over the Woodrow Wilson bridge and looked to my right and said out my window…”Peace, out bitches.” I don’t think I was speaking to anyone in particular but I was reminded that exit 2 was where Mediocrity and Settling resided…I just laughed at the fact that some people will stay stuck on stupid…but me…I was moving on.

I told AJ that I would hang with her after the boxes were to be unloaded. We were going to celebrate with some drinks…I was NY again. Umm, I think I tect her around 9 to say it was a no go. But come Saturday…

We were meeting at the jazz fest in Central Park…it was thee most perfect day. We ran into her aunt…she brought her friend and everything just flowed…conversation, music and vibe. And as I sat there and took it in I realized that the vibration of the city was settling my soul and I was starting on something new and something familiar all at the same time. I sat and I listened and I took in everything, everyone and I wondered…have I been this content…recently? I sat back in my chair as AJ’s frined listened to the music and as AJ visited with her aunt and I felt…good. I closed my eyes and listened to afro Cuban jazz…


Saturday night AJ and I decided to conquer the rain and we headed to Groove…Oh. My. Goodness! We had fun. The music was everything…no, everything!! I am not sure what the reason was…or what I was suppose to glean…but being in AJ’s presence for the past week…I learned a lot. About her, about me…about shit in general.


Of course, there was a moment of MJ love and I looked in the corner and I saw this…one white glove standing out in a crowded bar full of people...


I love NY y’all. I am not saying this is my home forever… I don’t see myself here past 5 years but for now…I am going enjoy this like I did when I first moved here…because like then…I am going to enjoy life again.