That lonely feel I suddenly felt last night in New York after seeing all those lovers and celebrating friends and family, didn't last very long. In fact, I think it fell from the top of the Empire State last night to never be seen again. So used to having blond roast at Starbucks in San Francisco, I am not sure if it even exist at W 39th & 8 Av Starbucks. The two black girls looked at me as if I had lost my color, dignity and race....so I settled instead for a Americano and everything is now hunky dorie with them... I am most impressed with Chelsea and an extended HighLine....I believe when they NYC is a city that doesn't sleep, they mean that because you can find about anything open to fulfill your needs all night...In my Chelsea hood alone, you could always run down to CVS or Rite Aid or Walgreens or a diner at 4:30 a.m. if you want too....
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"NOTHIN' ON YOU", B.o.B Feat. Bruno Mars It wobbles and makes me smile with all those handsome global faces... AS THE WORLD TURNS CBS-TV END THEME
Morty's on Golden Gate does a very good mac & cheese garnished with grated Parmesan cheese and capers and wonderful service from the service staff. It's the kind of mac of cheese I like: very very blond, soft and tasty...Eating it and sipping a freshly squeezed watermelon drink along with Amy Winehouse playing over speakers made lunch pleasant and enjoyable... Very tasty fresh cherries at Farmers Market Civic Center United Plaza this week... We bought amost a basjket full and ate every one....Yummy...
Honestly, my thoughts are scattered today. At work, I am present only in body. Not in spirit or mind. The only thing I have accomplished in the a.m. with any conviction was to chat over the phone with customers, something I enjoy. Chatting with clients and solving their problems and flirting just a little bit. All the paperwork to do has been delayed...I tell myself I will get to all of it in the afternoon and I shall... Still, I am thinking about the joy of getting on my bike after work and pedaling all the way from downtown to Golden Gate Park and just walking for a spell in the deepest part of the forest and, perhaps, I'll smoke a cigarette or two like I used to do as teenager walking through the woods and swamps with my dogs tagging behind and up ahead. Yes, yes...that's a yummy thought. I am just beginning to catch up with current affairs in my own city. Finally, I know something about Frisco5 and what all the protesting at City Hall. Frisco5 and protesters are demanding that police chief, Greg Suhr, be fired...
Dark and gloomy and cold and no one remembered His alibis ending in so many can'ts. I could no longer keep lying, too, about love that was not love, which I did not feel save lust; truthfully, both our hearts were cold as ice and rotten to a core; self-made men, as we were, loved only themselves and our brown eyes the deepest blue. |
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July 2025
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