I’ve got that nervous feeling like “damn did I fuck this up? what did I forget? is anyone even gonna show up? what am I doing with my life?” but then I remember that the work is awesome, the gallery is amazing, my pr team is on point, the music is gonna slay, and I bought a shit ton of booze. #THISKIDCANTLOSE hasta mañana! (at 355 W. Broadway, NYC)
so I agreed to sleep at some stranger’s apartment above a sign shop around the corner from the bar I was stranded at… basically I was channeling some 1970’s freedom hippie faith-in-mankind bullshit. Now… that having been said, if I don’t post promptly in the morning, this weirdo chopped me up so please call the authorities… THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.