I had written the most epic love story of all time.
I was on the Williamsburg bridge, listening to my Walkman and riding my bike. An interview came on the public access station . The person I wrote my story about was reviewing it. I didn’t think anyone had read it but THEY did. I had waited forever for this. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m trying to find the entrance to the subway. It’s cold and I’m not sure where to go. I walk in the wrong direction and end up in the Lincoln Tunnel. I turn around and walk to midtown where finally find the underground entrance to the train. A C E.
It’s dark and crowded. The homeless walk around like zombies and are dirtier and more decrepit than normal. Their bony hands are outstretched to accept change.
Finally, I make it through the turnstiles but there aren’t any trains. Read the rest of this entry »
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