So this goes out to all the ones who believed in me, maybe next time you can place your faith on someone who’s not afraid to be someone else, somewhere new, something I could never do. Coward, what a fake, liar, mistake. This goes out to the ones who I promised to write a song, to Derek, to Jess and Jess, to all the girls I fell in love with. I’m sorry, I couldn’t do it, I choked, I fucking blew it.
Those all-too-familiar, other-worldly chains of emerald-colored lights, snaking their way to a foreign land called Staten Island. The fog obscuring what’s ahead: a mysterious culture with mysterious values, within a city of multifarious cultural values systems.