There are no signs that i lost a piece of myself early monday morning as i drunkenly staggered back into the florida humidity. Well, there was one sign of significance: "Goodbye. We miss you already." The world keeps turning and all that's left to me is the debris. But with this lackluster heart i say goodbye to my second home. My personal staging ground for pick-me-ups, put-downs, time killings, various rendezvous, and above all, where i was able to be myself when i was at my most melancholic.
In a time with faceless fronts and actless hacks, the docking station is where i found sanctuary. Admist artists, gays, nerds, bottom-dwellers, addicts, wannabes, and fanatics, i sat comfortably as your "asian guy" and lavished within this secluded community. And for this, everyone who kept her running for this long has my eternal gratitude as well as the memories.
Like a right of passage, we embark into the unknown, but we never forget the time we had. Thank you.