So at this moment I am laying on an air mattress on the floor of my friends apartment. A girl and a boy are asleep head-on-chest in the beds of both rooms and therefore, too far to walk home this late, I made camp in the hallway. I just heard something moving in the ceiling. I took off most of my clothes as its fairly hot in here, but I know I’m going to be freezing by about 5 am. The window in the hall is open and a fan is sucking in air to quell the stuffiness of winter life in Massachusetts. Sometimes you are just in the mood to think and despite the people lying in beds giggling behind the walls, I am feeling pretty melancholy. Do you know what I’m getting at here? When you lay in bed staring at the ceiling doing the thinking that makes you question relationships with girls or the direction you’re going with your life. 
Well tonight I figured out that I am the biggest hypocrite I know. I love to talk about how we have too little time to be negative, but I think its just a subconscious refusal to admit my faults to myself. I try not to be an advocate of “do as I say not as I do” teaching methods, but I never said I was perfect either. A deontological theorist like Kant would commend my efforts to bring subconscious problems into real-time.
Today I rode bmx bikes with Adam around the back bay and south end of Boston in an effort to take advantage of a fifty two degree sun soaked afternoon. As I successfully wrecked in every attempt to feeble the ledge at Back Bay Station, Adam came straight forward with me when he announced that my grinds were all wrong and that I should relearn them now before I pick up the habit of incorrect angling. “Your balance is way wrong because of the angle you approach the ledge” he said to me,”just go in more straight.” What an ambiguous thing to say.
