New York is really different now. There seems to be a more... somber feeling in the air since I got back. Maybe it's me but it definitely doesn't feel like the city I left behind. Maybe it's just because I'm not the same Max who left. That optimistic attitude is gone and without it the world seems like a harsher and colder place. Is harsher even a word? Oh well, I'm using it anyway.
Well here we go, back to life and experiencing the world through the tinted glasses of a man rather than the open eyes of a boy without motivation or ambition. Jesus, when did I become so full of angst? Man, I've hung out with Jude too much.
Max is back..