These Vagabond Shoes …

  • Life
  • April 9, 2011
Bemelman’s Bar, The Carlyle Hotel, New York

… are longing to stray…” Buried under my thesis, ready to throw in the towel,  and fantasizing about three weeks from now, when I’ll be sitting here, a few blocks from home, $20 martini (grey goose, very dirty, three olives) in hand with a big smile on my face and thinking, “these little town blues are melting away…”

“If I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere.” 

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