Summer in New York. The energy is electric. Snap, crackle, pop. I'm happy walking miles on end. Running into old friends. Midnight dinner at Jack's Wife Freda. Surprise rainstorm, warm interior of a Range Rover on Hudson Street. Hotel hopping - taking calls at the Tribeca Grand, Mercer Hotel, Standard East Village. Stealing a ballpoint pen from the Bowery Hotel. Photobooth by myself. Mistaking an older man for Iggy Pop. Sitting on the edge of a rooftop, 35 stories above lower Manhattan. Skaters hanging outside of Labor. Getting my aura read in China town; orange is my color in this city: creativity, productivity, pleasure. Dimes with Dana. Petra Collins holding a rose in her mouth at China Chalet. Dunkin Donuts iced coffee. 8-Ball zine fair with Devin at Space Billiards. Balancing myself on the subway. Chocolate vanilla swirl from Mister Softee; he's been doing this ice cream truck for 40 years. Facetiming with Jimmy on Sullivan street. Tribeca, empty at night. Broken Social Scene with Jake. Walking past old boyfriends' houses. Sending postcards home. Favors from strangers. Corn at Cafe Habana. Meeting Roberto and Pluto, his great dane. Brittney's graffiti in LES. Sweaty skaters on a rooftop, sunny and humid on the 4th of July. Sleeping on Marta's couch. Neck Face. Cafe Henrie. Chocolate cake. Spaghetti Bolognese with dad. Simple sunday with Huck. Tears welling in my eyes, happy as hell in Chinatown. Supreme ash tray. Naked on a fire escape. 5am at the passport agency. The Angelika. Cha Cha Matcha. Cruising over the East River. Missing Honey. Different time zone. Neither here nor there. A million places at once.
