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NYC Memory: Is Blood Really Thicker than Water?
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Wednesday, November 18, 2009. Is Blood Really Thicker than Water? It was 1998, I was sixteen, in Strasbourg, France, and a year prior I had gotten in trouble for smoking weed. I moved to France when I was seven, and by 1998, my entire life was based there. Hopped on the plane, flew across the Atlantic, got to NYC, and (mind you, this is how I remember it, after talking to my mom, it seems it wasn't quite as abrupt as I describe) almost as ...
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NYC Memory: November 2009
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Monday, November 30, 2009. Nothing To Be Proud Of. I went to happy hour with my boss at the time, Neil, a British guy who could drink Guiness like nobody's business. So on an empty stomach, I had about six or seven pints of beer under an hour. Why was I drinking so fast? I threw up all over the cab. And on the right leg of my jeans. Ugh. I didn't even ask for change, got out, sat on a porch and held my head in my hands, trying to sober up.
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NYC Memory: January 2010
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Monday, January 4, 2010. These couple of minutes were crucial to determining how the rest of the day went. Each CO (Corrections Officer) had vastly different personalities. There was the playful but aggressive, steroid-taking officer with the mentality of a 12 year old (his bark was definitely worse than his bite), the unpredicatable but highly intelligent (but crazy! Bootleg Fruit Loops (I was told these would make me shit different color...
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NYC Memory: Uh... what?
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Tuesday, December 22, 2009. I'm not exactly sure how I ended up there, but I did. I was at this bar in the Lower East Side, called BOB, a small venue, rather coffin like since it just extends straight down to the bar, and had booths lining the sides. That was it. Then this Asian girl (more like lady.) in a jeans jacket, walks up waving. Figuring she was someone's friend, we both waved back. Is someone sitting there? You don't remember me?
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NYC Memory: Most Frequently Asked Question
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Friday, December 11, 2009. Most Frequently Asked Question. One question almost everyone asks me is, "What's jail like? Well, it's nothing like what you see on TV. Not where I was at anyway. Sure there's gay guys or guys that turned gay in there, but in low security and camps (camps have the lowest security, there's not even a fence surrounding the complex), rape isn't a common thing. So what is jail like? What's interesting is that mackere...
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NYC Memory: What We Lose
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Wednesday, December 16, 2009. I just read something on a friend's blog, and it was about faith. Not faith in religion, or even faith in yourself, but rather, faith in other people. Pondering my own faith in others or humanity as a whole never crossed my mind before. Why? But of the millions of people out there who cannot, who are or feel alone and isolated, what are they to do? Everyone's so caught up in their own little worlds, rushing ab...
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NYC Memory: May 2010
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Thursday, May 13, 2010. I decided to port over all the articles to my own domain, so check it out (looks better too I think lol). Http:/ blog.alexheyd.com. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Review Kuryakyn 8606 Zombie Fender Tip Lens Grill. Whispers of a Peacock. Ex-Urban Exile In NYC. Day Four - Going To A Town. Charisma Dae - Part 1.
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NYC Memory: Temporary Split Personality
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. I don't exactly remember how this day started. To be honest, it probably doesn't matter in the slightest, it's not like anything important happened during those times anyway. Or anything different for that matter from a day-to-day basis. Wake up, get high, hang out, get high, go out, sometimes eat (usually not), get higher, sleep (usually not), rinse and repeat. And another few seconds or a minute later, I'm run...
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NYC Memory: Days As a Pool Hall Junkie
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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Days As a Pool Hall Junkie. When Lisa and I first met, we shot a lot of pool. We started by going to Soho Billiards on a regular basis, but it was kind of pricey, especially considering that she was still a high school student and I was working dead end jobs. Lisa and I got to know the regulars there, some helped us with our pool like the cab driver Issac, a couple would play against us like a couple filipinos, ...
