Bright Lights Don’t Help Me See
Yeah yeah yeah. Okay. Times Square. It was sooo fucking cool. Everyone loved the shit out of Times Square. Who cared? You’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times. He visited plenty when he was little. Why would he go back? So he could get pushed around and listen to cars honk? He could do that anywhere. So... He usually tried to avoid it when he can, unless he had a reliable guide.
But sometimes. Sometimes, you live on one side of Times Square. And sometimes, your route to go to a meeting is through Times Square. And sometimes, you take a bus there and everything goes fine, but then you take the bus back the other way once the meeting is over to get home, nd you ask the bus driver to help you by telling you when you get to your stop, since you can’t see. And sometimes the bus driver fucking betray you, and tells you to get off too early, and you foolishly trust him. And then you realize your lost. And then you do a Google maps search and realize that in order to get home, you have to go through Times Square.
And sometimes, you’re a fucking idiot, and you say to yourself, hey. I can do this. And then you try, and no, o you can’t do this, and you get through one lane of traffic and almost get knocked over eight times and then you’re turned around and there’s a million voices and noises and your head hurts and people keep asking you for money and you don’t even know which way you’re supposed to go anymore and you’re overwhelmed, so you find a lamp post and you hug it. And you call your husband and he doesn’t pick up because he’s probably at work. And you’d rather die than call your parents or your brother.
Yeah. I mean. Sometimes that kind of stuff happens. And you fume.
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