Long days

NYC, kenmare and mott is packed. Sunrays and gusts of wind are drunk and stumble down every block in the city. “Mmm…its a really nice day” i say to myself.

Im here, pretending to look for the new mr.baileys Adidas collab that just dropped, the Ozlucents in all black. Up the street men in lime green Patagonia jackets slowly walk over the 234 bodies that cover prince street side walk. They’re looking for the living holding their breath amongst the dead.

“How desperate could you be” “ yo, I can’t remember the last time we gained ground like this on these people. Its been over 95 something years since the last” My friend and I leave a corner store and catch a breath for a second. I kneel down and grip the curve with my bare hands. I love days like this. blood runs down our noses just missing my neon orange nylon nike shorts. “So what do you want to do tonight?” I look up and ask my friend standing behind me. He shrugs as i catch a glimpse of him reflect on prince street. We decide to text a few of our friends to find out whats the move tonight. We wind up going to some hole in the wall tucked in the bushwick. It was fun, we left around 5am.

Before parting ways we sat on a bench and chatted for a bit. Caught in a moment of silence, he turns and asks me, “how long will they fight for themselves?” “Bro, this is peace. Only our imagination thinks its not. i think tomorrow its going to be nice, but it might rain later….lets head home.”

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