how we tire

[chisel]

friday i went to j and r to purchase a los indios tabajaras cd. i've been listening nonstop and doing so makes me feel like i could be alone for the rest of my life and still be happy. how those high notes are sustained before coming down, they make my heart melt. then i walked up broadway looking for a hackey sack but found a tibetan vendor instead who thought i was a tourist with my old new camera hanging on my neck but with whom i shared that my family was from hong kong and that i lived in queens and then she smiled and i bought a colored backpack from her but only after haggling, which she also smiled at. there is joy in being alone.

and i finally found a hackey sack at a local convenience store by my house and my thigh is sore.