Sun roasts the side of my face, listening in on surrounding conversations. Crazy bird man makes his way. Burger king man asks if I have something he can scrape his crack pipe with.
These days of solitude where all I do is walk the city are a reminder of my simplicity. To some it’s a wasted day, to me it adds to my passion of becoming a living walking mixture of my environment and my people.
Cleavage, fashion, and flesh surround my peripheral. I aint complainin. People watchin is an amazing treat. It is better than the movie theatre watching all of these benchwarmers in the game of life.
I enjoy my own company.
Union square
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