Like I’ve said before i really don’t feel like myself unless I’m travelling. Oh, “I’m okay with myself?” No that shit doesn’t count when I’ve been stuck in Charlotte for almost a month!
I’ve never been in the situation where I’m at a club early— only in charlotte would a club open at 11pm and be completely empty. I even broke my dry January (temporarily) for this. The bartender felt so bad for me that she let me have it on the house.
I think when you’re a writer you create narratives in your head before they even have a chance to form. You create a narrative for your life to chase.
“I get there at 11 and there’s already crowds I can slip in. I wanted to dance to Dtmf for the first time in a club”
I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to prove that I didn’t have to. Instead I get there and I’m the only other person there aside from those who work there. I order a beer. On a normal day I would’ve pregamed at home. After half an hour I order two more. The girl gave me the second one on the house the place is nearby i walked there instead of Ubering. I had never been there
They play doblexxo with 6 other people there
I’m not a bottle girl, I just like music. I’m wearing a hoodie and jeans.
But I’ve had enough life experience that I know life doesn’t flow the way you want it too. And sometimes the story you didn’t want to tell is more exciting than the one you were planning on.
Kay visited us in Charlotte from NYC. Ironic. I go to RR because I miss NYC. I didn’t have to drink at V5 but here I definitely have to.
We play bad bunny’s new album in the car, I am really excited for her to listen to ‘Nuevayol’. There’s just something about being Latinamerican in New York that you can’t feel anywhere else.
Uptown Charlotte is very different from the Bronx. Everything closes at like 4pm. We wanted to get a sweet treat at 9pm but couldn’t find anything.
Kay was telling me about some family members who were sympathetic to Trompa. I told her that my mom absolutely hated him and she told me which i know is a diss but made me feel sort of proud of my mom for seeing through the bullshit.
Kay and I hung out a lot during her visit. We even got on a call before
I grew up on Long Island in Hempstead, the village of, and then in Uniondale. I know I idolize my childhood in New York a lot, but those experiences really shaped me into the person I am today.
It’s funny because Kay and I didn’t really get along when I was a kid— I mean, she is 10 years older than I am. We lived in the same house in Uniondale. We only started to hang out because one time I was visting New York, her mom and my mom told me to hit her up to hang out.
we went to K-town and had some Korean bbq and hit it off. She’s really cool, and she’s pretty much the only person outside of my siblings that im close to in my family and that I really like.
Since January 1st I’ve been doing my morning pages even though im not doing the artists way.
Im tired of plumbing the depths of my psyche. I want to talk about interesting things. But wherever you go— there you are.
Are they gonna be cliquey? Oh right. Someone kicked a ball at my head ¿I’m so self assured I can go to any club by myself?
I got ticket to see bb in pr Pegao song at 1am Travesura no me puedo contener tony dize? Plan b frikitona I had to get up lol
Tripp London pants Rauw Alejandro perreando/que Rico desnudarte 4catorce esta noche con sexo virtual As we all know they’re not as tolerant in the south as they are in other places. Bb a la 10am
My biggest lament is that they didn’t play eoo but I did leave at like 2:30 am.
Music like prose has its own rhythm. Even though
If they don’t play dtmf im giving them 0/10
It’s like: ok this is what clt nc likes, but I don’t want to hear this shit I’m from ny I should wear my docs here next time… A man who likes punk and reggeaton and can dance or at least has a great stroke. I’m already thinking of pr
1:22 myke K llebo un criminal Young miko ballads claro me gustan mini Dembow 1:26 1:29 Papi no me Deja sola Perreo intenso 1:33 Plan b choca Met Kevin bad bunny - bichoyal tra tra tra 2:24 diles - daddy yankee
Why am I writing this? Kay and I have conversations about our family history that I couldn’t have with anyone else, because nobody grew up the way we did and has the ability to articulate it.
My siblings are more visual artists, they’re not the most adept at expressing themselves with words. But I, clearly, love words and I have dedicated my whole life to be able to manipulate them and have them under my control. My mom and Kay’s mom call each other almost every week. They’re very close,
Kay says I should apply to get my advanced parole so we can both go to El Salvador. I say this is probably not the time with Trompa being inaugurated the following week. I could imagine leaving and he suddenly revokes the ability to return. My parents have made a very big deal about getting a legal admission, to which I have responded saying by: why the fuck did they not just take me the handful of times they also got advanced parole in the past? No answer. One has to assume they just didn’t want to pay the thousand of dollars it would’ve cost for them to apply and also take me to El Salvador.
I could apply and pay the thousand dollars only to lose it because god forbid Trompa decides to just deport us and rescind our protections
A legal entry is usually only important when you are trying to pay for citizenship.