January 2011
1/19/09 Monday 2:54 pm → MLK Day
I’m tired.
The snow falls relentlessly in large, naked soft flakes over a city of people wishing they were somewhere else. Somewhere warm and cheap and sunny like Mexico or the South Pacific.
It’s a holiday and there’s a pretty girl on the corner of Chambers and West Broadway who can’t get a cab. She sucks vigilantly on her iced Americano, left hand raised in a mixture of defiance and...
