Friday, January 2, 2009

Almonds
I bought some on Broadway because they smelled so rich and tasty in the cold air.
Even after I found the Honey roasted hair I couldn't stop myself from finishing the bag.



Waterman
On Broadway a man's water bottle fell out his bag and another man bent to pick it up and return it. He went dashing after the speed walker not noticing that the bottles top had become loose and he was spraying water everywhere as he ran. Then as he approached the speed walker he completely soaked his bag and his back and the speed walker turned and saw the bottle and said, "oh thank you." Neither of them ever noticing what the bottle had done.


The Bus
There were three little kids in shades of girl, coats. Their scarves were tucked to just below their frog eyes. They sat there across from me letting their heads bob freely starring into me. They looked like some kind of plastic and plush toy hybrid the y tried to pass off in the eighties as cuddly but were always kind of creepy.


Subway
There was a single Momma on the subway who toke out a pack of twizzlers and bit off half and gave the other to her baby daughter.


New Years
At five o'clock Times Square was already packed with miserable people. From were I was the ball looked silly and unimportant but all those people in those 2009 glasses that illuminated in a spiral fashion looked great even if they were miserable or especially if they were.


Laundromat
It is filled up with tropical plants covered in thick lint dust and I would've drawn them but the were vibrating so much I could barely see where their lines began. All the machines hit spin cycle at once and I felt like I was at a discount carnival and any minute the linoleum squares would part and my blue bucket seat would be sent squealing down a track.
A man came in at one point with the comfort tone of mid conversation.
He bellowed, "Look what I got! Look what I got!" No one seemed particularly interested. They weren't. "Smell it! Smell it!...Now doesn't that shit smell like diamonds?"
He was holding his new bottle of tide like it was a trophy, a poor mans pride.

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