first day was amazing. fresh, like i had just been born. where every human looked like an alien, no i was the alien in a disguise. in that oh-so poppy look of blazer and hood i melded in with the other young white kids as we watched breakdancers and pot drumming entertainers mezmerize us with what looked so easy for them but was more amazing than the television set.
second day was comfortable...more so, we got lost on the subway but it was no panic. hustled under the water where our ears popped in tandem and unpopped as we stretched our jaws on the streets of brooklyn. it was not so much a time warp as a spacial jump. so familiar was the lax sunday youth crowd with coffee shops and free life creative energy pulsing gammit blasting atmosphere. hip. nice clothes and some galleries.
today was sleepy, and easy. hopped a train out of town. up to DIA Beacon. finally got some down time to b.l.o.g. now im blogging. then im going to the toy store.
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