soundtrack . . .

i would call it an uncanny landing. sitting on the stoop of last spring in jamaica, new york on 146th st. i took the LIRR from flatbush avenue. Destination: April, 2007. Roundtrip. $12.50 because its rush hour. thank you very much mister. Something good is going to happen to you today. i cant get the beat out of my head. and i dont want to . i dont waannt to. something good is going to happen to you today. to me? im still waiting. it's 7:45 pm and the daylight is dwindling. I'm still waiting. but then again, i never was very romantic.

it is spring break and i painted a picture today. I painted a picture of what it was, what it is, and what it will be. perhaps. Spring break in brooklyn is playing ball for the first time since september because im old and retired. iced coffee in the morning and presidente on my stoop in the evening. im an old soul and i like to be alone. so fuck you. and i mean that in the best possible way. i look pissed because i am. i think life is ugly. dreams are better. but i love ugly. and everything is more beautiful with a good soundtrack.

if you like what you see you will smile. i laugh alone when i am walking down the street because i am lost inside my head. lost in April 2007. on 146th street in jamaica, new york. on that brick stoop with the red front door and the doorbell that needs to be pushed twice. maybe I'll try knocking. no one is home. or at least not the person i was hoping to find. back into the dollar cab because i forgot my metro card. but the dollar cab costs two. life is funny that way.