Switching purses was always a hassle, and the weight of it all was literally too heavy a burden to bear all day. And so, I let go, and let fanny pack.

As I reached the top of the stairs at 125th, I was stopped by the most gentle human who leaned in to show me his phone. I thought he was a tourist about to ask for directions, (mostly because of the camera), but as soon as I saw the screen on the Humans Of New York Instagram, I remember saying “Oh my God you’re famous!”.

My parents put forth the effort to ensure I did not turn out to be a horrible human, and as a result, I always had a higher moral standard for myself and others--that same high standard has led to severe devastation. Why? Because humans are the worst.

I asked myself a question. If you could describe your soul mate, how would they make you feel?

I became delusional about potential mates. I would manufacture sparks in hopes of getting closer to the "real thing." After one night of texting back and forth with any newfound fling I met randomly while roaming New York City, I would ask myself, "Is it you?". So I caved and wrote a song about this pathetic behavior. 

I'm easily persuaded into dating people who somehow convince me they are everything, when in reality they are trash. I subconsciously knew that falling in love with trash would, at the very least, provide me with a story to tell. Songwriters love stories.

BEYOND THE PEN: The moments of authentic human connection in performance trump all of the rejections one may face. It's a high beyond what cannabis can supply, and I need it. I want it. So I said yes. This song is my introduction to that world. Thank you for listening. I share it with love.

We are all human. Let's empower each other.

If I am alone in these struggles, fuck my life...but if you share my pain, I hope it feels better to know you are not alone...

If you didn't shit yourself in India, you weren't living your best life.