For Reverend Green

If you perchance have met me, if only for a moment, you will have probably noted that I am extraordinarily awkward. I'm terrible at introductions and light conversational banter, and will most likely think of a decently humorous anecdote nine or so minutes after you've walked away, as well as the more appropriately witty responses to your myriad insights. I am nervous, uncomfortable and severely analytical, not just of myself but mostly of you. That being said, it could always be worse.

But sometimes, some very specific and rare times, you meet someone with whom you feel this intense and immediate comfort, like you want to know or understand them, how they became the person who is standing before you. I feel like that comfort is some sort of force, pulling you towards the people who can change your life. I felt it the moment I looked at Nick and I felt it the moment the seat beside me on a Coney Island N train was filled one drizzly August night. Regardless, I'm still just as I'm awkward as ever.

Current pontification: WHY? WHY IS THERE NO INTEGRITY IN THIS WORLD? WHY IN HELL WAS I NOT INFORMED THAT THE SPICE GIRLS WOULD BE PLAYING MADISON SQUARE GARDEN? GODDAMN YOU, WHY. These bitches have no rectitude whatsoever and I'm about at the end of my rope. First, they tell me they'll be coming to New York CITY in December, and they schedule their show in February at Nassau-jesus-tapdancing-Colliseum.