You look at her and you’ll probably see an old soon to be senile lady that just seems sorta…meh average. But I’m just like damn this is HONYs life.
She looked at me like she wanted to strangle me. I was supposed to pick up my paycheck Thursday but I was an ass and didn’t want to be late for my other job. She said we were supposed to have lunch at mcdonalds so she didn’t bring her own and waited for me. This is why I don’t deserve good things. Then she’s like you’re young and I don’t have time to teach you things but stay in school so you have a better job. Did you know I went to Columbia university? I have a degree for child education. But kids here are difficult. You know what the best ones are? Chinese…or Korean. They want to learn and are respectable. Americans? FUGGHETABOUTIT. spoiled.
Then she showed me pictures of when she was young and rocking an Afro with a bikini. Then there are a couple pictures with a man and they’re just looking at each other with this soft yet intense gaze, “that’s my man. The love of my life.” I asked her if he was her husband and she’s like no no no different things. I just wondered why she carried these photos around and asked her if she regretted anything. And she’s like no no then knocked on wood.
So I showed her pics of when I was younger and she’s like awww you were so cute. And I’m like I’m still cute now. And she’s like yeah ok I guess if you think so.
Voodoo lady is me in a world where good things happened to me. Like having an Afro. 🔮
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."