recollections

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Recollections
New York City, NY.

An amazingly beautiful experience with snow and beautiful legs and wine and tall buildings and city lights. With girls, with aching feet, with skyscrapers and with subways and with decadent foodfoodfood.

San Francisco to NYC, coast to coast, the appetite prevails drunkenly, but still lucidly executed.

The Met dripped with nostalgia, with infamy, tragedy, beauty. Central Park was enveloped in death, life, whiteness. Columbus Circle ran in light of taxis, suits, cameras. Hiro drenched in vodka, sweat, hunger. Williamsburg festered fashion, pretentiousness, whole grain.

He was mad sexy, not in eyes, but in talk. Smooth skin, strong arms, Brooklyn.

NYC rich: sesame ice cream, canoli, corn gelato, chocolate fondue, apple pie, éclair, frozen hot chocolate, black sesame tofu, pistachio crème brulee, macaroons, chocolate chai, cupid mousse, milk tea.

Big Apple Pies: butternut squash, cauliflower, white, red Grimaldi’s.

Hiro had a strange vibe with hip hop and Asians. Had a strange vibe with pricey drinks and non-Asians. Had a strange vibe with circus and strip. Had a strange vibe between Girl and Boy.

Bacardi shotty + vidka and Pineapple juice= $24
2 Tiger beers= $16
2 free shots= -$20
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slizzerd, empty, sexy, passionate, hilarious, dirty morning in Brooklyn.

Women are high-heeled, exposing stellar legs, legs found in magazines, paper ads, envy.
Men are high-top booted, straight-legged jeans, wearing four o’clock shadows, desire.
I am satiated, hungry, up and down for whatever. Whoever. Whenever. Evers.