i guess i first justified it in my head as her being “just different,” you know, clothes bought from the second hand stores, hates her parents, believes that neocapitalism is the root of all oppression. i didn’t notice really that she drooled a lot when she ate until my buddy dean said it to me a few weeks ago. i swear, man, i woke up a few days ago and jesus, i was sweating all over the damn place because i just realized that she had asked to take a pint of my blood the other day for some emergency blood donation drive at the blood bank. but she did the procedure herself in my bathroom and you know for the record i did not feel too comfortable when all was said and done. you should see my friggin’ arm. and then came the kicker just yesterday. she was talking to me about the biography of thomas dewey and then all of a sudden she started to take off her face. no joke man. her face.
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you gotta be careful with this one. ;)
This is an interesting post and photograph. The mystery behind the girl and the thoughts from the blogger merge into truly a story of urban experience. The feel of NYC is there.