Classic NYC Story

I only need you
like I need sunlight,
which I’m sure I could live without…

I know that I have a tendency to fall into the belief that everyone else is, including my old-but-obviously-inexperienced-with-the-ways-of-the-world therapist (can you tell that I’m a youngster?) and that I am the only person in the room if not in the world with half an ounce of vision and good sense. I told the doctors that at Bellevue. They raised their eyebrows at me and nodded their heads. I guess everyone in Bellevue says that, huh?

I remind my friends and associates of the famous words of Gil Scott Heron every time I hear an incredulous complaint about the striking lack of media coverage at the ever-growing now-three-week-long protests on Wall Street.

I support the cause, vague as it is. I believe that a movement towards putting more economic power into the hands of the 99% has to start somewhere, even if it is with a nebulous ennui. I have read the manifesto and I would sign my name to it if given the chance.

the rest of us are waiting
waiting
for our shift to be over

You’re talking to a girl, aren’t you?

And this, children, is what happens when you do drugs.

If that doesn’t sound like a ripoff to you, think about how much work it takes you to make a cup of tea at home. Step one: acquire a tea bag. Step two: heat some water. Step three: place tea bag into water. Step four: stare at water and tea bag for a few seconds. Step five: drink.

This New-York-on-an-early-autumn-night scene could have been painted by an artist with a curious imagination, and here I am surrounded by it, living it, breathing it.