come with me
life is getting weird. reality tv sweepstakes weird. benji just wrote me from germany. He said he wanted to get involved and help out. I'm so speechless, all I can say in my head is, "practical joke, practical joke, practical joke, practical joke." But he and his brother keep assuring me that it's not. i don't know what this means, but if it means I can fly back to new york and quit my job and make an album and then tour to support it, well then, shit! I don't know what to think. Something in me feel the tremors of success looming in the darkness. I just can't believe it. And this of course is happening as a I sign a lease and pick up my new car. I get it today. I'll be mobile for the first time in a year. I was on the marta and I realized I might not have to look at another sad black kid in a cheep busted up stroller for who knows how long. Life is or the threat of life is making my head swim. can you imagine seeing me on tv? not just hearing me, seeing me, surrounded by flash pods with the vegas fountain erupting behind me, dancing girls, rims. I can. I can see it all now... xomc