I would find the stories there.
by Joey | Jan 20, 2014 | Throwback |
If I wasn’t here, I’d be there. In another life.
I would have packed up only exactly what I needed. My computer and my dreams. And maybe a pair of gloves. I hear it gets pretty cold there.
I would have been scared and dirt poor. I would have begged the man who owned the bar beneath my roach infested apartment to give me a shot as a waitress. I won’t let you down, I would have promised.
I would have met all kinds of different people. And I would write about them as the nights gave way into dawns. I hear that sleep never happens there. And I would be okay with that.
I would have walked the streets when the words got backed up in my mind. I would find the stories there as the sun burned my shoulders and my hair stuck to my neck. The Italian ice would be sweet on my tongue.
But that’s a dream for another life.
Love it – a nice ode to my beloved NYC 🙂
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