New York the Second

My trip in New York City consisted of these things: walks, picnics and conversation. And some theatre. I walked all over the numbered crazed smoky streets of that tall city, from 57th to 39th to 112th. I caught the subway sometimes, in the humid heat of the underground, "In winter it's 5 degrees colder and in summer it's 5 degrees hotter." as Yael accurately put it.
Sitting in Central Park reading a comic book listening to a three piece jazz band:

Once I was in New York City
Walking in Central Park
When I saw a Hideous Thing
Go lurking in the Dark

It lurked past the Tourists
And the trio Jazz Band
And it grabbed a Woman walking by
By her thin and slender hand

She would've let out a Scream
Of this I'm fairly Sure
As she was grabbed by this Beast
Of Old Forgotten Lore

But she never Screamed, of this
I couldn't tell you Why
She just sort of Smiled
As the Tears came to her Eyes

I wish I could have Saved her
As it dragged her through the Grass
But I stood Frozen in Fear
Afraid for My Own Ass

So I ran Home to my Hotel
And I tried my Best not to Think
Of the Girl taken by the Beast
Down to that Sewer System Link

If I had Saved Her she could
Have been my true Love, Sure
But if I'd have Failed, I'd have Died
Eaten Alive down in that Sewer

Now every Time I go through that Park
I think of that awful Beast
And hope I don't see it Again
Or turn ME into it's Feast.

"Wicked" on Broadway - an amazing cast singing songs at me I wish I'd written. "Waiting for Godot" off Broadway with Nathan Lane and John Goodman - a play I now love. Read "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" and "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay" - two top favourite books now, which are inspiring me to write again.

Picnics on roofs, on bedroom floors, on the library steps, but never on the grass. Hunting for wild salsa ingredients. Free slurpie day.

The Chassidic Jew bus on the to Montreal - 8 hours.