this morning #1381.

this morning, as the conquering hero, i hailed a taxi. asked the hack to take me downtown. the second that i get to the loft space, we’re going to celebrate. though i wasn’t in a hurry, we were weaving through the city streets with alarming speed. instead of speaking up, i chose to sit back & let the man behind the wheel do his thing. i could tell i was in good hands. there was an ease to the weave. while we wove, i placed a call to let the crew know that i was on my way. i didn’t say why i was coming or let on what’d just gone down. i wanted to surprise them. i’d just had a secret breakfast meeting with a man who’s going to make us famous. i wish i could remember what his name is.