been a hot sec
today i’m thinking about the man in the warehouse- the one with all the cigarettes. he had a big rug in his office and he gave us twenty bucks for a cab. that was my second time in a taxi, the first was in manhattan in the summer of 2009. i think about how fast the price went up both times, as if it was going to explode and start smoking all over the place or something. once i was on my way to a museum with my family and right before that i bought one of those “i love ny” shirts. it was purple. the next time, i was going nowhere, just anywhere but there. we could have gone anywhere and met anyone, but instead we ran into a man whose name i will never remember. maybe he didn’t even give it to us in the first place. he did give us cigarettes though; i think they were the last ones i ever had. the first touch of human compassion i thought i had experienced in weeks. i ran faster than i ever had that day. i think that in many ways, my life truly depended on it.
