Barely left the house today, but to sit in the crow’s nest thing in the little park nearby to write a bit, strum and change the lyrics of that song to be about not missing New York until a park guy asked me to leave because they were closing and I had to go back to the house. All of a sudden I’m sick of Friends — it was a sweeping shot of the Brooklyn Bridge that did it — why am I watching TV I’ve already seen set in a city I deliberately left behind?