I am playing electric guitar. Two guys wanted to steal my denim shirt. The police wanted to give me a ticket for not paying my subway fare. I crashed my bike into a taxi door. I used to be angry at many things. I am no longer angry at many things. I've talked with many good friends this week. I am very interested in a jam session next week.

Biked home from Manhattan last night. The 145th Street Bridge was closed so I had to take the Yankee Stadium Bridge. The detour allowed me to bump into, Alice, a member of Red Roots, an arts and social change collective that's located in the South Bronx. Wow! I just stumbled on what I've been looking for, a local anarchist platform!

$5-dolla-holla city ridin' shorts.

Today I was sad and felt useless. I told my friends that, although this was my exterior, I didn't believe that it represented me in full. It did, however, represent my mood and I felt miserable. I read a bit of The Catcher In The Rye. 5 pages in and I surely identied with it's protagonist. And that felt okay. Then I up and left. It had stopped raining and I took my bike out. I rode to some friends on 145th Street. There I called Frank in DR to tell him that I was thinking about him. I learned that he--hundreds of miles away--was doing the same thing, hanging with friends. We finished speaking. I left and I rode more bike. When I rode I experienced the first bits of a successful brake-skid. I was very happy for that. It is accomplished with the combination of a somewhat precise and explosive pull-push motion when riding. I hear that the faster you are going, the easier the braking/skidding gets.

It is 5AM now and I have remained awake and outdoors since earlier. I was depressed because I felt that I could not receive a fair shot at making a living in the real fake world, and that living in my world doesn't make a living at all. But I am okay. If I am most remembered for things like eccentricity, art, and honesty then I am happy with those melancholy images.

Hearing back from missed opportunities and first-kisses that still think about you doesn't suck. Cranberry juice and seltzer tastes good to drink. Every time I bike with traffic over the 3rd Avenue Bridge I risk death by automobile. That's about 3 times a week. . . How many times do you almost die?

Still riding the MTA with my bike for free. Ask Patrick, we take that $2.25 and buy groceries with it! And speaking of bikes, I think we may have found a frame for Cupcakes!

Made a short bike movie. No music.

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So I've been working like a mad man at my job, Club Monaco. Been picking up hours left and right and trying to stack my chips for my departure. I just got word today that I am officially accepted into Grad school, so I <3 NY might turn into I <3 SF. In other related news, my bike is riding like HEAVEN. I'll keep you posted on that. Stay black!

Philadelphia this weekend. Met some cool, philosophical hosts. Our friend's mom was so cool and reflective. Got back in today and messed with our bikes. Ask Pat about the gnarly falls we took this evening. Terrible!

Made it home alive tonight. Probably the most excruciating bike ride thus far. I was carrying a load equivalent to that of a 3-year-old. It was the weight of free kitchen goods like: a spatula, 2 baking pans, a set of frying pans, ladel, cutting board, and more! Also got t-shirts, a jacket, bed risers, grapes, carrots, and basil and dill (amazing herbs). All for free!

I am a Freegan and I was dumpster diving in the East Village. I also bike. I biked it all the way back home to the Bronx with all that stuff. I carried it inside of a broken duffel bag that I also found for free. I am willing. I am a Freegan. I am open. I am a Freegan. And I met more new and cool people. Young and old. Friends not confound to limited or institutionalized things. I am alive!

Went to an NYU dumpster dive yesterday. Met some cool kids and found an AMEX gift card worth $15. Holla fo fifteen dollaz! That's the equivalent to 3 Holla-Fo-5-Dolla nights!!!

Today Pat turned my bike going into a single speed. We also started filming for a short documentary we are putting together for an art contest. $1000 prize.

Moving to Harlem soon. June. Spoke to Frank-Felix.

Found out how to get on the NYC subway for free thanks to Pat. All you need is a bike and a lil trick we like to use. Leave a comment with your email address and we'll fill you in!

Wow. Talk about a holla-for-a-dolla nite! Rang in the evening with my main mang Pat. Found a $3.50 Metrocard, a set of mint bike wheels worth like $400, and topped it all off with the slamminest $1 falafels ever!

My digi camera broke. Will get pics up regardless. Bike hack. Used discarded tire tubes as handlebar grip and padding for the base. Simply cut with a razor, wrap tightly, then tape.

The Chinatown bus. Boston and Washington. Biking into new city streets and it feels fine.

Nothing dies. They've made you believe that you are damaged goods and don't work properly. The solution, to buy a new one (a new you). Your ignorance is key to their sales.

Foggy night bike riding is wonderful. The lights and the lonely streets are nice. My glasses got fogged, so I did better riding without them.

I crashed with my bike in traffic today. Didn't get hurt at all. Not bad! Am I more scared or less scared? I honestly don't know, haha, but I think that it will not affect how much I continue to ride. So really, it doesn't matter how scared or unscared people are about things in life. Why not just do them if you want?

Frank's cousin Angelina is coming into the city today for two weeks!

Repairs. I've learned to change tire tubes on me own now. Riding has already blown out two of them. I have to be more wary of pot-holes, they kill tires!