drinking a $2 cup of godafwul coffee at a new-to-me place called It’s Organic, 31st Ave near Crescent. Other stuff here looks promising but the coffee is nasty. A handwritten sign identified some food as “VGN”, which i thought meant “VAGINA” but i guess it menas VEGAN. walking around looking at things. It is a beautiful day. This is kind of an odd spot for a cafe, at least it seems so to me. It’s a few doors over from Kelly’s Bar, which is like a place out of the Twilight Zone. Nice phone booth there, though, at Kelly’s. I just noticed am abandoned payphone in a waiting room at Mt. Siani. You can see it from outside. The door was open but I didin’t feel right going in there just to heck out the payphone. I mean, it’s a freakin’ hospital. People could be dying and I had no legitimate excuse to be there. Always hunting for payphones, though. It looked like an abandoned Verizon phone, so I doubt it worked.
Feeling melancholy today, though that’s been the norm of late. A slight numbness inhabits me. Thinking of moving to Texas. Houston. There is a lot of America out there that I have not seen in a while, and that has not seen me. I would like to pay less rent or be one of the seemingly numerous people I know who pays no rent. I could really be at peace with that.
Going to write a piece aboout the Trump Towetr payphone, and how it does not work but was at the center of the amusing kerfuffle during the holiday season, when the line for the women’s bathroom was eternal but the men just sauntered in and out . Such a stupid, primitive scene that someone really needs to remedy via some kind of traffic cop who allows women to use the men’s room even if makes men have to wait (gasp!). But the story would really be about the nonworking payphone and the signs pointing to it: Donald Trump: Fix Your Payphone. Hah.
