Ten thoughts on the way to the corner store, and back.
(GIF: Subway via nevver)
1. The relationship between my best friend and I is like that between Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor. I just can’t tell who’s who.
2. Watch out for beggars, mumbling Albino man with two black eyes, three street whores, a donkey cart, a BWM and a wild dog.
3. Russell’s in a Tibetan hospital after contracting a water-borne bacteria in Dharamkot. I hope he’s okay.
4. Where do I find two dozen college-age models to shoot street shots of the product line I’m soon launching?
5. What if I were in New York right now?
6. RUN to the produce section before all the fresh Portobello mushrooms are sold.
7. Is that girl American? She looks Jewish. Is it wrong to assume people’s origin simply by judging their looks? What about Japanese people??
8. Why do I always choose the slow checkout girl? Everyone is line has given her a dirty look. They always do.
9. A cop smiles at me from the center of a busy intersection and says ‘Welcome!” but I don’t trust him. I nod anxiously and walk shiftily in the other direction.
10. For all the conspicuous dope smokers out there folding wet bath towels under your doors, and keeping special hoodies exclusive for your dub-heavy smoke sessions: There was a red-eyed man with an afro on the bus from the heart of the Rif Mountains to the Port of Tanger. He was carrying a large burlap backpack, watching it nervously, and wearing a faded t-shirt that said “KETAMA” in paint-stenciled letters under a idyllic bushel of marijuana. He smoked a spliff through a crack in the window at the back of the bus, and sat cross-legged until he saw the ocean. And then ran for the beach.
