So sorry

Riding the L train to a class you've already missed can be disconcerting, overwhelming; anxiety-inducing.  There are few things today that I could say have gone right, but then again, I haven't really counted.  

It's the first day of classes for most Universities in New York City.

Finally out of Connecticut, I've spent the past two weeks in Brooklyn in a drunken haze, waking in the early afternoons, many nights without power.  Meeting women, yelling at kids throwing bottles off my roof.

I'm unemployed, somehow attempting to pay my way through college.

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