when i first got to new york, tampson took me to grassroots. it was love at first sight. cheap pitchers of beer and pixies on the jukebox. no bones about it: we're here to get wasted.
it's been a while since i've been down in that woody, weird-smelling place, but just like every other time i've ever been there, i got smashed. i also carved my first etching into one of the tables. go me!
tomorrow, we'll all have our fingers crossed and be sending me good vibes all over the city, because i have the Job Interview. for serious. this is the one i want, so you're all gonna pitch in and see what this communal prayer or whatever it's called can do.