no, not a motorcycle, a bicycle.
so, it’s fashion week here in nyc. i was invited to an armani party and
the truth is, i have no money right now. so that’s how i rolled to the party.
i was debating on telling the world that fact, because you know, princess superstar is supposed to be fabulous and shit, riding in limos and like, whatever.
on the way to the party, i passed a billboard for absolut. I fucking hate alcohol (more on that later, i am writing a paper called “drinking and drugs SUCK!” which will be published here shortly.) anyway, the billboard said something like “take different actions to expect extraordinary results” which i ABSOLUT-ly love. what it’s doing on a vodka billboard i will never understand- what, take a different action to drink a different mind-numbing substance? oh that’s so daring and extraordinary!
so i am taking a new action, telling you about my broke-ness.
truth is the new fake.
i want you to know me.
i am working on my album, basically not really djing for the most part and i have 8 bucks on me. IN CHANGE.
and the truth is, i have never been happier. actually. or felt wealthier. because sometimes wealth is not measured in money but in experience. and sometimes you have to go to zero to realize the abundance of life around you and just how much the universe is supporting you.
my friend miguel called me and read to me out of one of those cheesy chicken soup books and quoted me the following brilliance:
“when asked if my cup is half full or half empty, my only response is:
I AM THANKFUL I HAVE THE CUP”
