after the andy warhol exhibit where my friends and i dressed up like business professionals and kept talking about "business meetings" we went to my place for wine.
i have been drinking much more these last few weeks. still not much, but definetly a lot more.
as we sat outside my apartment, smoking in the park across the street, we were offered a stolen purse and watched a drug deal take place. we were also offered a sip of a forty.
my favorite things of my present life is my poverty and what it has brought me.
a neighborhood of character.
the sweet taste of wine.
and afternoons with nothing to do but dance in a darkening park.
1:07 p.m. - 2005-09-22
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