Sunday, May 20, 2012
Everywhere is home
I hopped a bus on Thursday bound for New York City with Scarlet for nothing more complicated than I see possibility in buildings with water towers perched on top. Because creative energy seeps from the pores of its denizens much like steam escapes subway grates. I can occupy a bar stool once sat in by Billy Collins and eat barbecue at an establishment owned by the guy who brought sexy back. It's a town where anyone can blend in, even a girl who travels 4 hours only to sip a drink mixed with lavender honey in a dark bar.