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I wish I could write this in chalk so it could be washed away by the rain, instead it feels like ink; Indelible, permanent, scarred into the cortex, the memory, the ethos of what we are gonna be from here on out. I wish I could uplift, i wish I could reprogram our collective memory with joy... I can’t wish it all away, though. Cause the memories, good and bad, are pretty much all we will have left of this year whether we choose to admit it or not. I wish I could have seen more of you. I wish I could have averted my eyes to the destruction, to the loses, to the pain. But I can’t do that, I can’t ignore lives. I can’t ignore me and you, and the ones that are gone. I can’t sleep without the memory of you, I can’t live without your last name? I can’t wake up to a bad call. I can’t be scared of the phone ringing. I could be awake when you call. I will be here when you aren’t. I can’t wait to sit at a bar with you, alone, together. I cannot wait to realize the friends we became, the friends we have yet to understand, the lives we are still living, the New York that won’t forget, the east village I dislike, the st marks we love. The people that we will become, the first year of our lives. The next January, The beginning, The first drink, Of the rest of our lives Love ya all!! Happy new year!

“Maradona no es una persona cualquiera, es un hombre pegado a una pelota de cuero...” gracias por toda la magia, maestro!!! Thanks for all the magic, genius!!

More times than I can possibly remember we’d hit each other off after 4am to see if there was still some party left to be had. So many times we hung out well past 6, 7, 8, 10 am just shooting the shit. This morning I woke up to numerous missed calls telling me that you were gone. Whatever I can say here seems like bullshit. It seems cliched. It seems pointless. What can I say? That i’ll miss you? That’s a given, we all will. Your fucking laughter keeps ringing in my cortex, bouncing loudly in my head, echooing in the void. I keep hoping this shit ain’t real, but sadly, it is. From the moment I met you, I knew you would always have my back. You were generous in your care for those you considered friends. You always wanted to make the homies feel like they mattered, and you fucking did it! I know I will still hope that we can have one more after hours, you yelling at us about some scheme, or simply laughing our asses off. Maybe one day we will, who the fuck knows, in the meantime, Rest in Party, my friend!! Love you, Big G!!

David tudors and composers....

Sure, this place isn’t so terrible comparatively.

Snippets from history. Wide ranging from chuck Berry’s car to the emancipation proclamation to a picture of president Obama’s first inauguration.

#tbt to Cartagena last December.

Thank you all for the good vibes on Wednesday, I appreciate you guys coming out in a school night just to say hi! Photo by @k3llyburg3ss to many more @pitangabk

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