Just got back to NYC after a few months away -- things honestly haven't changed that much here in the LES, but I'm still stoked. I'm obviously down on the Bowery, overlooking 3rd Street. There's a drunk or perhaps homelses guy outside singing an incomprehensible soul song. A bunch of dudes at the mission next door -- that's been here since the CBGB days -- really dug my car. The weather is amazing, the foreshadowing of chilly nights on the horizon. The skyline is exactly the same. Got my guitar here -- hopefully I'll write a song. And sleep some. Or maybe its time for drinks.