((
))
Sitting in my room, pants off and a towel around my forehead to keep the sweat at bay, I think about the past few hours. Walking around the city during the day was a little weird, but eventful.
I’ve seen a chick on a bicycle threaten to go upside another lady’s head for stepping out in front of her. I think that would have been a high point.
Talked with a guy about MMA while watching a class through the windows. For once, I said ‘Fedor Emelianenko’ without getting a confused look. Rawksome.
I heard one of the greatest cover bands in my entire life last night, boozing it up to a bar tab that I most certainly did not expect. Also learned a valuable life lesson, maybe two, that I’m not gonna forget anytime soon.
Check your pockets, kids.
But wow, that’s a lot of damn people, as I strut down 5th Ave. and get closer to the shopping districts. Immaculate storefronts and rows upon rows of silky white dresses here and there, souvenir shops scattered about, clothing, shoes, hats (Picked up a new one. Part of that life lesson), and all sorts of other shit. People carrying bags, their children, their dogs, anything they can get their hands on it seems.
I still haven’t heard a New York accent yet.
So many beautiful, random, intriguing people, all in one city. The prime culmination of civilization it seems. But there’s so many. Astounding people, I’m sure. Yet I’m supposed to mean something to someone? It’s a bit depressing, just to take it all in, sitting in a chair amidst potted flowers while taxis scream by 10 feet behind you.
More and better thoughts as they come.
"If you step out in front of me I will fucking hit you!"
Damn bicyclists.
No comments:
Post a Comment