Rainy Day Dream Away

The remnants of the hurricane are passing over as I write. It's raining like crazy. Streams of water directed toward sewers by concrete curbs, carrying a nights worth of trash left by young girls who moved here to wear party dresses and meet boys who are not very interesting.

New York is like a vampire. During the day people in my neighborhood go about their business and at night swarms of creatures descend, looking for some mischief . By midnight the population triples. The mating ritual has begun . Get dressed up, get drunk, get laid and have a day of regrets when waking you realize the man you went home with is a loser. Alcohol. A mans best friend.

I prefer the neighborhood the way it was, sleazy, over run by junkies and crack addicts. At least there was a soul to the place. A vibe. At least you knew exactly where you stood. Now it's another extension of the over marketed, over branded, over consume America that years of Conservative policy created. Exploit everything as much as possible, squeeze every cent out of it and toss it in the trash.

Now that the economy collapsed maybe the illusion of what this New York is will follow. One can hope.