Patrick, suave black man working security at the concert, the gatekeeper between the crowd & and the designated boozing area. ai pleaded that i should be allowed to booze in whichever area i pleased, but to my dismay patrick was steadfast in his duties... referring to large sign above his head that read "no alcohol beyond this point", he found humor in me and we shared a few laughs. ebony & ivory... a beautiful thing.
the canadians, 3 of them ( a couple and the their designated third wheel)...all thick accents, some of the friendliest people i've met on the street. i do not know your names but only that you shared the same love for mike patton. rock on you fucking canucks.
Eduardo, what can I say... i felt for you. a middle aged taxi driver from the dominican republic. you struggled... succeeded in a foreign country for your family...and on a trip back to DR you were mugged, by young boys. and you felt pity for them. i taught you portuguese curse words and you laughed cause you could smell the whiskey on my breath.
flower power girl on 2nd ave....you scared the shit out of me. the same anxiety angry homeless people strike into families of tourists. all you wanted was a pen... and all i wanted was to enjoy my dish of belgian fries and wasabi mayo. i didnt have a pen, but you got a fry out of me. touche creepy hippy squatter girl.....touche.
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