Fresh like the mind of your favorite spirit, the sun wakes us in new york city and we are alive. West village parties and Chelsea hotel filming, I don't remember sleeping. Living at the Jane Hotel was like being away at sea but you're the captain. Each night was spent filming a music video that will be out shortly, while drinking whiskey and wine. I don't remember where we walked or where I dropped my motorcycle jacket, like the winds of the never. The city was consuming, from meat to fashion to money. Victim of a succession of lights and photo shoots, I could use a doctor and a golden dawn. But for now, I'll take new york nights and brooklyn coffee.