It Doesn't Get Old

"...and it's 68 degrees right now in Central Park. Looks like fall may be coming, folks." Tomorrow I'm going to get up early, while there's still a bite in the air, get some coffee and sit on the stoop reading the Saturday times. Then I'm going to go to the park and work my way through "The Birth of Tragedy". Then I'm going to lose myself in this city.

Lessons Learned

Sex, cars, cigarettes and petty crime. Yet apparently, Godard doesn't impress like I thought he would.

WTF??

Why do I even try??

Doesn't change the fact. That mother is cool.

There is a hole...

September 11th, 2007 and the city is mourning. It is gray and raining. There is a hole in the ground. There is a hole in the bottom of my shoe. There is a hole in the crotch of my pants. There is a hole in the back of my mouth, where a tooth used to be. It hurts, terribly. My phone has been turned off, once again. I didn't get much sleep last night, and it wasn't because I was having a torid lovemaking session. Grimace.

If You Love Someone, Let Them Go

Only now, that I've given up on my ambition to garner entry into the vaunted realm of academia, do I understand what philosophy is. Things become clearer when you stop trying to see them.

Strays

A couple of days ago I had a free morning for the first time in weeks. I got up early and took the train up to Trader Joe's to grab some provisions. Cereal, coffee, cheese, beans; a couple of bottles of wine; some fresh fruit. Two shopping bags full of groceries, well earned and sure to satisfy. Heading back downtown, I board the train and set my goods on the floor beside me. Immediately, a man enters from the adjacent car, shaking, writhing, unable to speak or stay still. I assume he has cereal palsy or some other similar affection. Or is it a show? He begins his speech, the same speech you hear a million times a day. "Just some change, if you have some, or a bit of food. I would be thankful." Shamed by my bounty, I know I must give him something. A can of beans? A piece of cheese? An apple? I feel that everybody has their eyes on me. They see my groceries, and he is right in front of me. Finally, I reach deep into my pocket, and hedging my bets, drop fifty cents into his outreached hand. Judge me if you will, but I was the only person on that car that gave him anything. Fifty cents for the effort.