Classic NYC Story

It’s amazing how a brief chat with a girlfriend can take the pressure off of what would have otherwise been a needlessly sucky day week… Holy shit did I need that. Thanks, babe. Share and Enjoy

I just want a chance to fly, a chance to cry, and a long goodbye…
but I need you to miss me…

It sounds an awful lot like nothing’s going to, either. Older cats tell me that maturity is accepting that the future is going to suck as much as the past did (if not more than) and deciding to be completely okay with that. Well… maybe I am okay with that. And if that’s the case, why should I get up to eat? Will it solve anything?

I’ve never done one of Mama’s writing prompts before, and frankly I don’t know why I haven’t. But today I’m going to… so let’s see what we’ve got for today…

For some reason, the thought of the old man cold-sweating and pacing frantically in a jail cell, albeit only for one night, is just not that funny to me. In fact, it’s a thought that makes me want to stop thinking about it.

I ate my yogurt while pacing and singing loudly along with John Legend playing on the mall’s intercom system and thinking maybe this was my destination… maybe I’m never going to be home unless I’m somewhere pacing in the dark in Brooklyn…

I’m just going to wrap this one back up in its packaging and throw it back in the box marked “baffling,” munch on a home-made blueberry muffin and listen to some John Coltrane.

Having completely run out of reasons to be prickly, I gave him a hug and addressed him as “superstar” before leaving the club. “Call me next time you want a cupcake,” I said. He won’t, but that’s okay.

What do you do when your love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do you feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you’re on your own?

In Times Square, an M&M was playing tag with a small child. I shit you not. “Tag! You’re it!” said the child and took off running down Broadway with a big foamy yellow M&M chasing after him.