Been an eventful week. Moved out into my own place. Lost a guitarist. Found a even better guitarist. And Rich'll be able to play gigs soon. All in all, seems like my luck is finally shaping up.
Moved into Bridget's apartment buildin', up on the third floor. Ain't met any other neighbors yet, but it's not exactly like I'm wantin' too anyway. I'm fine with all the people I know now, and I ain't exactly gonna be tryin' to meet more. Sunset asked why I moved into a apartment in Hell's Kitchen when I coulda got a better place, but I prefer it here. I don't feel comfortable in a fancy place, and I'm sure I'm not wanted in many. Sides, the Kitchen's gotta lot of stuff I like.
Diego's about as much of a God send I've ever seen. She knocked out being our new guitarist and Angelika's new roommate. (I know she acts annoyed that I just told Diego she could live their without asking first, but I know she's happy about having a new roommate. She's not good at living alone.) With Diego learning the songs quick, and Rich being up for playing in a few weeks, we should be able to play shows soon.
'Bout damn time.
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