11.12.07 :: 10:43 am

i love how my mother withholds terrible information from me.

Apparently her next door neighbor, this man we've known for over ten years, jumped out his window and fell to his death while my mother was having her birthday dinner across the street.

my poor mom.

i hope the building's tenants burned some sage or something because that kind of trauma looms, you know what i'm saying?

i still miss new york, though. crazified and all.

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