I’m going to take it by storm…

I’ve recently reintroduced myself to caffeine.   Back in maybe my sophomore or junior year of high school I first learned how awesome caffeine was.   I used to bring this giant fucking Thermos/cup thing to school with me.   It wasn’t early morning at branford high school if pete dodd wasn’t in the smoking area chain smoking camel wides and drinking a giant vat of coffee.

When I hit 17 or 18 I decided to stop doing all and any drugs.   I took myself off Prozac (well, to be fair, I discussed it with my mother first…  one of the better conversations we’ve ever had).   I stopped drinking.   I stopped smoking.   I stopped everything.  It was so absurd that I wouldn’t take tylenol when I had a headache.

Anyone who has spent more than 30 seconds with me in my 20s or early 30s knows that didn’t last forever.   But, for whatever reason, I never took up drinking caffeine again.   And then in my mid 20s when my anxiety set in it was too late.    If I accidentally had even a little bit of a diet coke or some shit I would anxiety attacks that were absolutely insane.   So that sealed the deal, no caffeine for petedodd.

To make a long story short, I started drinking caffeine about 2 weeks ago…  for the first time since I was a teenager.    It makes me a bit bonkers, and sometimes feel sick.  But it’s (literally?) been a lifesaver on all these long drives where I would usually want to take a nap while driving.

Tonight, after driving in fucking horrible traffic for almost 4 hours to get back to new haven, and then spending 6 hours at work…  I found coverage for me for tomorrow, so I stopped at my apartment real quick, grabbed a box (I’ve been moving 1-2 boxes at a time all month), said bye to sara and ray (they are off on a trip at 4am today) and drove back to Brooklyn.   But I had big plans.   I wasn’t going to take my normal route that’s started in the Bronx and went into queens and then Brooklyn.     I was going to drive through the top of the Bronx and then hit the eff doctor  down to the Brooklyn bridge and then to my apartment.   It was going to be awesome.

Unfortunately i-95 doesn’t give you any signs on how to get to the FDR, so I missed that.   But I took the west side highway which I love and made my way around Manhattan.   Manhattan at night is one of the more amazing things i’ve seen.   It’s just so fucking giant and lit up and angular and fucking weird.   I love it.    Everything is fucking awesome from the west side highway (aka the henry hudson…) even new jersey.   Looking across the hudson you see beautifully lit up skyscrapers over in NJ.  I mean, they are obviously trying really hard to suck the teat of NYC, but at night it looks pretty cool.

I’ve been driving through manhattan alot lately.   I’ve gone out to my craigslist lover’s house in NJ like 4 times to finish this deal for the laptop/desktop exchange.   We are finally finished with that though, and hooray.   I love this laptop, he loves the desktop, life is good.   Craigslist killer be damned, some good can happen on that site.   Even if it introduced me to my last girlfriend (hihipetra!)

Wow, it’s taking me a long fucking time to get to my point.   Here is my point:  I am going to rock manhattan.  I just am.   Pete Dodd is going to be something to give a fuck about on that island.   How?  I’m not really sure yet.  But I’m sure it’s going to happen.

And that’s fun.   Those who know me well know that just a year ago I couldn’t rock Provo, Utah.   Or Montpelier, Vermont.   This city gives me an energy though.   And maybe it will be shortlived and maybe within a few months I will be the same ol petedodd that doesn’t do shit.  But, for now, I feel like I am going to take this city, and the world by proxy, by storm.

Also, if you are looking for pictures…  leave very angry comments about it on this post and maybe my sister will call and turn it back on.  Or maybe I will just buy a bluetooth thingy.