Manhattan

After an otherwise dull day -- though I DID streamline/store away the shit that's been sitting next to the toilet for YEARS (plunger, huge sponge, etc.) and also tossed into the garbage Dipshit's fave strainer....which is MINE...but has been caked in fossilized sticky oil for, again, YEARS, and it was fucking unsightly, and I look forward to Dippy asking me where it is...and both of these things further filled me with cleansing glee -- I went into Manhattan tonight. Simply because I could. It's THERE, I was bored. Lovely time in the East Village. Though it's kind of depressing in an "oh, my God, I spent SO much time in this hood when I was 22 and 23...can ya SLOW down the calendar some?!" kinda way. I'll be 60 and feel like i'm 22 whenever I walk past Tower Records. Wow, ya know, actually, Tower was my destination the first time I ever rode a Path train by myself. I was 15...Freddy and I, so I wasn't actually alone. So funny now, thinking how grown up I used to feel when I began riding the Path more and more alone. There's just a LOT of memories in Manhattan. I'd like to make some more this summer.