This is my stop every morning on my beloved 5 train. For the first time since the kids have come back, I finally wasn't woken up by some Polish drunk dude at 4:45am. Though I do have to say, last night with Cam left me a little loopy and I still don't think I've recovered. From food/wine tasting in Washington Square Park, to poetry reading, to go go boys, to Nowhere....last night was pretty entertaining. As usual when I'm in my friendly mood, I befriended a stranger on the subway, who lives a block away, and we chatted at the Black Rabbit about our histories.
History. A short word meaning everything, anything, whatever one wishes to divulge about themselves. A history changes, it evolves, it mirrors the company one is in. Enough for today.
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