The Ramps
March 26th, 2009
here again. novice playing piano. cafe east is still charging a small price for some happiness. i admired felicia today for giving money to the bum who regularly stalks the path between JJ and hamilton. 4.59pm is such a crucial time. i’ve also taken to carrying a bottle of advil in my bag everywhere i go; that’s definitely a bad thing, but i’d rather that than deal with the physical and emotional torment of headaches and the two-hour long ennui of 212 Pupin. but yesterday i leaned over to scribble on harrison’s book – ‘why are there socks on ur cap’, to which he chuckled and wrote back in underscore, ‘Boston Red Sox!!!’, and i accidentally laughed away my headache. oh, boys. boys. boys boys boys. every day that i am here, i am reminded of how much i need so many things. i need so many kinds of new york. i suppose this here is my Straus Park.
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