The Hook Brings You Back
Sitting in a bar on 8th avenue. The streets are so wet they shine. Drinking a glass of some red wine whose name I don't remember. Been a while since we had rain here in New York, almost a month. I always perk up when it rains - always have. That was a big complaint about living in Los Angeles - too much frigging sunshine. I'm fond of saying, "too much of anything is a bad thing". In L.A. That meant months of unending flat, hot, uninteresting sunshine. Now, I never know what to expect.
Of course the unexpected sucks ass as well sometimes. As it started to rain today, out looking for apartments, I got caught under grapefruit-sized vengeance drops of rain and was soaked in a couple minutes. Like, completely wet-rat soaked.
That was hours ago, and now the air smells fresh, the streets act like a black mirror for the neon, and my mood has improved mightily. Hope you are all happy and having a fine Thursday night... I'm off to go ride the subway then walk home under my umbrella.
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