BeinGeneric
Bluelighter
I am not worldly.
Nor am I well travelled. I shiver in bus terminal bathroom stalls waiting for my coaches number to be called over a reedy crackling loudspeaker, I sit there and listen to my ears pop as I swallow.
I went to New York once.
I was so nervous, to swim in such turbulent waters, certain someone would steal whatever meager ability the Midwest had put in me. I asked friends who had been there to instruct me. Bob Martin told me the way locals can spot a mark is the tourists all look up, googling oggling every retarded pile of steel and glass, bumping in to everyone and stepping Kentucky leisurely off curbs. "So don't look up."
All I remember about New York is urine-stained sidewalks skipping under my feet like a treadmill. Tread. I think it would have been worth getting robbed just to have seen something, anything other than a cigarette dangling from my own lips. I did see the blood stain left in front of the Hotel where John Lennon got shot. I also saw the piece of concrete and grime where Holden Caulfield killed himself on his fifty-ninth birthday. I don't think I would have ever seen that if I was looking at the Empire State Building.
Nor am I well travelled. I shiver in bus terminal bathroom stalls waiting for my coaches number to be called over a reedy crackling loudspeaker, I sit there and listen to my ears pop as I swallow.
I went to New York once.
I was so nervous, to swim in such turbulent waters, certain someone would steal whatever meager ability the Midwest had put in me. I asked friends who had been there to instruct me. Bob Martin told me the way locals can spot a mark is the tourists all look up, googling oggling every retarded pile of steel and glass, bumping in to everyone and stepping Kentucky leisurely off curbs. "So don't look up."
All I remember about New York is urine-stained sidewalks skipping under my feet like a treadmill. Tread. I think it would have been worth getting robbed just to have seen something, anything other than a cigarette dangling from my own lips. I did see the blood stain left in front of the Hotel where John Lennon got shot. I also saw the piece of concrete and grime where Holden Caulfield killed himself on his fifty-ninth birthday. I don't think I would have ever seen that if I was looking at the Empire State Building.
