ssssaturday
there was no shortage of strange events:
1. was hit on by an anesthesiologist on the platform, probably stoned on his own stash, who proceeded to tell me all about his terrible wife and how much he cheats on her. made for a long uncomfortable ride into manhattan.
2. went to chelsea to some flea markets. walking from one to another, i saw two queens getting into it on the street. one proceeded to rip the weave right out of the other's head.
3. after walking around the second market, i decided i needed that weave, so i got a plastic bag from a vendor and scooped it up. will wash tomorrow.
4. went to new jersey.
5. went to the lyricist lounge concert at prospect. felt very white.
6. was approached by a short Honduran man named Carlos, whom i think was trying to recruit me as a prostitute, outside of buttermilk while i was waiting for my (new) emt friend to stop telling a gory story about a man being chopped in half by a train.
i also got to hang out with scott, who said some really thoughtful things about me at 4am while we were walking to a diner. i should feel happy, but its actually quite the opposite.
1. was hit on by an anesthesiologist on the platform, probably stoned on his own stash, who proceeded to tell me all about his terrible wife and how much he cheats on her. made for a long uncomfortable ride into manhattan.
2. went to chelsea to some flea markets. walking from one to another, i saw two queens getting into it on the street. one proceeded to rip the weave right out of the other's head.
3. after walking around the second market, i decided i needed that weave, so i got a plastic bag from a vendor and scooped it up. will wash tomorrow.
4. went to new jersey.
5. went to the lyricist lounge concert at prospect. felt very white.
6. was approached by a short Honduran man named Carlos, whom i think was trying to recruit me as a prostitute, outside of buttermilk while i was waiting for my (new) emt friend to stop telling a gory story about a man being chopped in half by a train.
i also got to hang out with scott, who said some really thoughtful things about me at 4am while we were walking to a diner. i should feel happy, but its actually quite the opposite.