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sometimes these stories seem far too exciting. these are the stories we'll look back on and tell our grandchildren fondly, and then we'll scold our children when they repeat our mistakes.
when really all we did was sit around and exhaust every source of conversation we had for about a month to come.
i think for some reason that pang of longing has come back, and i would venture out once again if only to drink another cup of coffee in the twenty-four hour cafe that was reviewed as industrial goth, but seemed to have more of an electric industrial pop vibe.
we sat on the bus and i fell asleep only to arrive in chinatown and we walked around in circles to find dinner and an internet cafe where we found the name of the place where i had already been before. i like to think fate was pulling us in that direction. and everyother direction when we walked around in a circle for the fourth time that night before finding the bowery ballroom, and wondered where the hell the stage was.
i complained most of the night, but was never angry or annoyed. i tried to cover up the panic of being shelterless for the night and we joked about calling fellow blatherskites for a place to crash for a few hours. well, you joked, i was ready to find a phone number.
or a boy,
but neither of us know how to talk to people so the most we achieved was looking at them.
i wonder how obvious it was that we would be stranded in the cafe all night, you noticed how he put us off in the corner and the waiter said it seems where this is where all drifters end up sitting.
he offered to let us nap, but even i wasn't secure enough to fall asleep in the booth. that
and the music was really loud.
for some reason, it was really calming. sitting there while you nursed a beer, and we talked of passed lives. you were a lonely rock once, all alone in a forest underground, with only the tree roots as social contact but never forming a lasting relationship because of the pronounced differences between all of you.
i had no idea what i was going on about.
this went on for four hours where every ten minutes i had to pee.
and somehow i wasn't ready to venture back out into the streets where it seemed time had never passed.
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