some short notes from a journal

Various New York City Locations, 2017

I heard a man tell another man that his mom died at a Walmart after choking on a hotdog.

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This was body language and the body doesn’t lie.

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I feel bad about everything, but I had fun.

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This place smells like what I imagine a banana-flavored condom would taste like.

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Some guys have come to stand next to me and I feel found out. The bartender uses a miniature flashlight to create a strobe-light effect.

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A girl drinks Jolly Rancher soda and I wonder how she will die and if she will have many rotten teeth when she does.

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Alex twirls a strand of her hair and brushes it away from her face. There are many men wearing hats and everyone looks kind of beer drunk.

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There are people moonwalking on the dance floor.

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Aggression often marks the desire to seduce.

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There’s a Geisha in everyone.

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If I’m not having sex, I wanna dance.

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At the beach, people having such a nice time they don’t mind being covered in sand, which would in other circumstances be a bother.

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More than a half a bottle, no, a half a box, of wine in. I gave him my business card.

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The woman across from me on the train rubs the palms of her hands together a few times and then claps a few times. She does this twice.

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