I took a lot of trips to NYC over the last year to work on my second EP and to live a little life outside of my suburban bubble. During one of these trips I was on the bus to a friend’s apartment when an old drunk man began reciting bible verses while waving a kitchen knife. I was already deep in this weird, reclusive funk - and this whole drunk Jack Sparrow wielding blade situation made me feel like Brad Pitt in Fight Club or DeNiro in Taxi Driver - like I was caught in the middle of some larger plot being poked at by the universe. I marched around NYC that day imagining I really was the main character - and that every crack in the concrete and every character on every bus and every piece o...