Why isn't there a place like the Chelsea Hotel in the 1960's anymore? I spent the day reading about Patti Smith and her once in a life time experiences at the Chelsea. Jesus...the more I immerse myself in her autobiography, the more I see myself in her. The parallels between our lives gives me the chills (in a good way of course).

I would have no issues packing up right now with no money and selling my poems, art, and writing to the manager of the Chelsea in order to make up for my lack of rent. But too bad places like that don't exist anymore and there is so much useless cut throat competition instead of inspiration for one another...:::sigh::: how I crave to have been apart of a simpler time.

I would rub shoulders with Dali, Ginsberg, Joplin, Warhol. New inspirations crossing my path daily only to one day be considered myself as "one of the greats". If The Chelsea existed today, I would have to image that Gaga would run the joint. I mean, what a life...how envious I am.

Maybe I should be asking for a "Chelsea Hotel" instead of an NYC mentor. Listen, if there is a safe haven for starving "creatives" to bask in the glory of one another and help each other stay afloat...I want in.

I shall leave you with this: Patti Smith, when she turned 23 in 1970, said it was the perfect prime number and how the 70's would be her decade. Well, I am freshly 23 and have nothing more to do then tell myself that '10...tens...2010's (what the hell are we calling this decade anyway?) is when New York and me will become ONE.