watch your step
no one should be alarmed that in the general time span of two days i nearly stepped on a used condom on two seperate occasions as i was walking on the sidewalks of this fine city.
no one should be alarmed that in the general time span of two days i nearly stepped on a used condom on two seperate occasions as i was walking on the sidewalks of this fine city.
i walked from my end of the village on greenwich ave all the way to ave b without having to wear my beloved black wool coat.
and here is how i ENDED my friday night . . .
new york is one of the few places on earth where the weather is a completely legitimate topic of conversation.
today is one of those days in new york where it's completely sunny and just warm enough that everyone's thinking that perhaps spring is indeed on its way. after the past few months of winter, i've come to almost dread heading out for lunch. the cold. the wind. the dreary grey. but today, it was a treat.
never fear. the lovers have continued with the morning - and sometimes evening - ritual of flowers. and let's not forget the twirling. they certainly don't.
i'm sick as hell this weekend. we're talking really sick. we're talking not-leaving-my-bed sick. luckily i live in a city where everything is deliverable. but little did i know how sick i sounded. i called to order food for delivery and the guy kept having to ask me to speak up. not possible in my current state of health. at the end of my order, he asked, "do you want some tea with that?" i declined, "but thank you." and he persisted, "are you sure?" yeah. i was sure. but nice to have another person looking out for me.
it was last summer, around 5am. lucas and i were thinking of wrapping up an unexpected all-nighter as we sat on a bench in Washington Square Park. a stranger with a giant pizza box noticed lucas playing me some tunes on his guitar and began to negotiate an exchange. the ragged-looking stranger asked, "hey can i play your guitar?" no answer, as lucas seemed to be cotemplating how to refuse. then the stranger pointed to the large pizza box and said "just one song, and you can have a slice." how could lucas refuse? so he passed the guitar and grabbed a slice from the enormous box. apparently a local pizza joint offered this pizza to our new friend. in turn, our new friend offered slices to us and any of the other wanderers passing by. we sat and listened to the bizarre but not completely unpleasant tunes of this young man who introduced himself as "Owl." apparently Owl's own guitar was stolen, which meant that he had also lost his source of income since he was unable to perform in the parks and on subway platforms. he continued to sing his songs of drugs, fascination with drugs, love of drugs. in one song, he literally listed every drug i'd ever heard of. and more. at one point he stopped and asked us for a dollar. because he needed a beer. and he meant need. he was visibly going through painful withdrawal. we gave him the money. he re-appeared 5 minutes later with a cup of beer. good to know you can still get that at 5am on a weekday. he began playing again, literally having to stop for sips of beer to calm his shakes. and confessed "you see? i can't not have it." we sat there for a little while listening to Owl sing for us. as lucas took another turn, Owl shared stories of his troubled times. yet he seemed almost hopeful and relatively content with his life of living in the parks. he claimed to spend most of his time in Tompkins Square Park in the east village. and it turned out, because of this, he and lucas had some friends in common. this is one of the many times that exemplified how lucas never ceases to amaze me.
there is such a thing as too amorous. at the shop (jack's coffee, of course) there are . . . the lovers. a young man and a young woman who have taken things too far. everyday. EVERYDAY. they MEET at the shop. he arrives first, with a bouquet of flowers. EVERYDAY. when she arrives, she feigns surprise at the bouquet. and he picks her up and twirls her. these twirls take place at least twice, if not thrice, during their stay. and this is a small shop. their twirling takes up half of the joint. and tends to block all entry and exit ways. unacceptable - what if there's a fire? and something about flowers everyday screams "please please please love me. or at least sleep with me." and yet they continue to meet. not arrive together. even on saturday mornings. (but maybe he left before her - ya know, to get the flowers.)