Another Friday train to meet friends, except this time I'm traveling a different route.
Downtown.
I moved to Harlem. I spent to summers in high school living in dancing in Harlem. I've been having those reflective/end of movie walking down the street smiling moments lately. However, some things still are the same.
I'm still broke.
I dropped $100 I don't even have in a hardware store, those monthly reminders that I'm an adult are here, yet here I am heading downtown.
The lights are much brighter and I can forget all my cares.
I've been thinking about 16 year old Nurney in Harlem. I wonder if 16 year old Nurney knew he would end up around the corner. I mean it, I'm 3 blocks away from where I used to live. I wonder if 16 year old Nurney knew he'd end up drunk and soaked on a Subway car at midnight. I'm in my twenties. I'll bounce back.
Tomorrow morning I'll be at work with a coffee complaining but I'll survive.
I don't want to live a life where I don't stay out too late.
I don't want to live a life where last call is the end of the night.
I don't want a life where old friends can't be new drinking buddies.
I don't want to live a life where it can quite literally rain on my parade.
I'm driving this car till the wheels fall off and the engine cries mercy.
I am in control.