I’m thinking I came close to getting mugged a couple of days ago. It was election day. A holiday. So certain streets were emptier than usual, including 31st Street between 47th Avenue and THomson Avenue.
It involved a group of maybe 10 black kids, high-school-looking in age, where one of them asked me to hold his phone so he could record a video for TikTok. I didn’t really want to but he handed me the phone. he did a really inane, idiotic kind of dance for the camera, as I start asking why he didn’t just get one of his numerous homies to do this instead of me.
That’s when I noticed one of them was wearing a mask. This was no Covid mask, this was bank robbery mask. But none of the other kids were masked, I don’t think. People were looking at me and laughing, but not at me, it felt they were with me, on my side in randomly being asked to do this.
Then one of the kids moved over and stood where I think he was directly behind me. I thought then that he was going to grab me go through my pockets or something but nothing of the kind happened. The setup seemed so perfect, and if it had happened I would not really have been too concerned.
I left the kids unmolested, thinking later that maybe someone chickened out, or else potential witnesses appeared. I don’t know, and I may be overanalyzing it, but it was a little dip into a part of New York I barely know.
I spent yesterday walking and talking, making audio recordings that are too full of audio irritants to be usable. I seem to do this a lot. It’s one of numerous ways I have of wasting time. I was just wanting my head to clear. Nothing felt right inside my mind yesterday, and even after all that verbal outlay I still felt like my head was growing weeds inside.
In the weedy river.
Speaking of nothing I’m having some hard drive drama with an external 5TB drive that happened to have a shit-ton of porn on it. As much as I accun=mulate stuff like that I seldom consume it in any quantity. But I happened to find one video of a thin Asian woman whose resemblance to the Japanese Waif was undeniable, but I’m certain it was not really her. It would not surprise me to learn she did amateur porn for money but I have no reason to believe she did. Anyway, this woman was practically a doppelganger of the waif, and the way she sucked was textbook Waif. She was always cncerned and focused and making little gaspy sounds, taking care of the entire cock, shaft, and balls until the came on her face and she responded to that as if she’d been baptized or christened with holy water. She was so hungry for it, just like the Waif. I don’t miss it, though. Okay, maybe I do. It doesn’t matter, she’ll never return to my life.