Une

My first night. New York visually blares, seeping through the window of my taxi. My eyes feel glassy.
Spring natural. I get oatmeal, and orange juice.reminiscent of the life I left behind in the mud.
What is that smell?
Mmm. New York in the summer.
Huh.
No, I'm serious.
Cotton candy and melting trash bundled on the sidewalk.
We sit on a literal grassy knoll. Admire the vista.
Excuse me, do you have a, opens botlesses?
Hello cute blonde French boy.
He uses bens keychain to twist the top off 3 grungy beer bottles wrapped in white papers bags.
He pauses before returning to his cute friends. Twists his mouth into a devilish smile. "how do you know when you are in love? "
Pardon?
He repeats his inquiry.




We watch the magic of glitter and heels and muscles and tits, as the song goes, as drag queens spring across the stage or roll in comical roller-skates.
Break.
Last air bender premiere. We are offered tickets. Ben wears his cap, they must think we are from la.
Mac store, underground
Billy Elliott. I fall in love with the 11 year old. I am A broadwaysmitten humbert humbert.
New York walk. Dry curls. Rum and coke. 18year old magic.


Today all I have eaten is sushi and baby cakes.