The reality of being single is gonna be different for everyone but for me, it sucks. Hard. I keep a pretty hectic schedule in part because it gives me somewhere to pour the energy I would much rather have under the hand of an owner. Until such time as that happens, we will just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming…what do we do? We swim, swim…
Some of the techniques of my youth resurface, barging their way out of long-buried bunkers and shallow graves to stagger, blearily, to the fore. Yesterday morning, sometime after 4 AM (midday for this night-owl) I poached the keys to the car belonging to The Evil Jewish Lesbian Landladies and went out to run errands and get a bite to eat.
New York Motherfucking City. You are a lover like no other and can satisfy most any need at most any time and for that, I praise you, like I do. Some things never change…the radio pipes up WCBS eff-emm…Noooooo Yooooooork…croons the radio as I glide across Flushing, a song I’ve not heard in decades smirkily aligns with my thoughts. Songchronicity.
Never turn you down
When all the others turn you away