les rue de day

so, i ended up in east vancouver, and if i remember missing newyork for it's sidewalks never empty, well i found a new playground. i don't go as much as i use too, but it's better that way. maybe a little less trouble. today i ended up all by myself, i dare to step in th erain out there on my bike but i go slow, trying not to miss the play happening on hastings, i go all the way to main, i need cigarettes but instead i meet a woman who reminds me of roberto, this eccentric crazy boy who once apon a time showed me NY in between the big picture you see the magic, something more like a hit of acid then a fairy tale.. and the woman today sitting under an umbrela with perfect red nails, and scars all over, she had more then a trick in a purse, and a gentleman tramp i am i get charmed almost in a sur-reality, indeed i bought her a coffee. for a cigarettes with a born to be evil actress who instead rise up from the alley of vancouver always making sure not to walk on broken needles, but she tells you she is a lesbian too and lives in a beauutiful bachelor of her own, planning on more rich even, she's about to drag the bank in court o gracefull luck she broke her legs when they, had forgot to put down a caution slippery sign, nobody cares anymore. but i wonder what is more slippery, inside the floor is wet, and my body after a walk outside inside feels dangerous and dry. really dry.

i don't know the answer, the coffee i had with the woman was good, sweet even , but the ride back to the castle was slow, and even my feets rising from the streets i manage to get stained already.

i'll finish my story when it happens.