save me!

in October i was at my roommate’s halloween party at the fashion district, she rented a club (!!) or thought she rented a club, the club thought differently about it, but the party did occur at the club, whoever it was that paid rent. i thought of dressing up as jesus christ, but the outfit’s too damn expensive. i wonder how the hell jesus bought it on a savior’s salary. he must have been, uh, saving, for quite some time to be able to afford one..

so instead i bought a rastafari-mad-hatter hat with the ethiopian colors and some rastas dangling down which made them look like my own, and a big golden cross which hung down my neck and dangled on my black shirt and a pair of silver beach sunglasses through which i could see absolutely nothing, as befitting a real prophet.

i was walking in between the raindrops for the longest time. or i would have had it been raining but the rain refused itself until a week ago and i really needed it. the streets still reeked of summer sex, august adultery was dripping from the brownstones and collecting itself in large puddles on the pavement. if you pass by one these puddles you could almost see a reflection of dark rooms and late night yellow cabs shooting through the urban night delivering temporary friends into momentary oblivion. i guess some of these matches will remain perfect for a little while longer, a few maybe even for a year or two.. funny how you don’t always notice perfection at all until you perceive that the flaws are just a reflection of a gloomy sun peering through an open window at the shiny apple you’re holding in your hand. but it was no time for questions or answers, just time for rain.