So after a bunch of great advice I understand that I shouldn’t complain about feeling “not belonging” anymore. Yeah I am a floater. Big deal. It is a huge deal. I can find comfort anywhere. It is dope as hell. Let me tell about something that happened a few weeks ago.

So after brunch with Raj’s mother Shelly, too many mimosas, too much rum (NEVER TOO MUCH!!!), and the drunken nap of the century, I got a few of my friends to leave Brooklyn at about 3am to go into the city and find a bar. Truth is that I wanted a close Park Slope bar, but they wanted to take the two stop ride the West 4th. Maybe three stops? Hmmm. Anyway we ended up going to the Red Lion on umm Bleeker and Sullivan. Okay so while I slept hours and hours I don’t know what happened with my peoples but there was some tension when I woke up. I don‘t know what happened but everyone was all crabby and at 4am when the bar closed, after only my second beer and two songs from the band, they all went home. Suckers!!!, I wanna have fun. I’m left alone but I will not go home. I will not go quietly into the night! I will stand and fight. Now wait too dramatic. Wasn’t that the speech from Independence Day? Anyway I give my farewells and I begin walking. First thing I wanted a falafel. On my way there I wanted a cigarette. I was still in my I don’t really smoke phase. I see a girl on the curb smoking and I approach her with a dollar in my hand. I knew she wasn’t a stripper but maybe she would trade a fag for a buck. So this girl from Lithuania I think tells me I can have a cigarette. It was the best cigarette I’ve ever had. The best I’ve ever tasted. The best. I had a spontaneous nico-gasm or something like that. I ask her what type of cigarette and she tells me Davidoff. I say wow. I’ve always wanted to try a Davidoff cigarette and I’ve heard many people say that they were the best. The thing is that they only sell them in Europe. That doesn’t help me. And yes Davidoff the makers of cool water. So as many know but many don’t know I go to the Davidoff store by my job all the time. They sell Cigars and stuff. No cigarettes though. Company policy. Anyway it turns out that the girl whose name is Datsa, and I know the same people from the Davidoff store and we exchanged antidotes for 10 to 15 minutes. That was really cool. Damn I want a cigarette now.

So after that I walk to Mamouns the falafel shop. On long long line that always forms at about 4:30am on a Sunday morning, I was joined by three girls who just got out of a club. Some dude tried some cheap ass pick up line on one of them and we all started talking when I began to make fun of him. The weakest line though. Anyway the line took us about 15 minutes or something like that in which time the three girls and I had some dope ass conversation. They even asked for my number. I got macked! And I really wasn’t trying. So it doesn’t matter because I had a good time. Then I ate and walked into a sex shop and looking around I got into a conversation with an Israeli dude about what was happening in the Gaza Strip and how my name is very Jewish, and real estate and dyslexia. It was also a great time just speaking to a dude I didn’t know and… shit just talking. Exchanging ideas and information. After all that I took a cab ride home and got into great conversation with the cab driver about American values versus Immigrant values. That was also a great conversation. He wished me the best on my way out. When I got home, and I was all tucked into my bed. I smiled before I fell asleep. I was happy. I had a good time because I wanted to have a good time.

Being a floater kicks ass!!!