we meet J and G at Norma's, and we are shocked by the sheer velocity of handsome men and women who enter and leave through the heavy glass door - it's enough to leave Dayton and I stunned — and just thankful to god that such beauty is allowed to exist. J and G fit right in, a beautiful couple, funny, charming and intelligent — it makes me overwhelmingly happy to see that love exists for some of us and I hope it never stops. for me, friends who will wander aimlessly with you are as close to love as it gets. a lack of concern for place and time feel exceedingly rare and i don't take it for granted. i stop to buy a 6 pack of beer and am happy to find a golden one has snuck its way into the cardboard holder. it must be lucky, because i feel lucky.
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underneath the vastness and impermanence of the M train, the shaking and reverberating and neon bright, where everything is inches away from colliding, shaking and reverberating as if to split apart completely — one can't help but wonder where this place came from — because certainly it did not come from here — with its hills and trees, and streams and flocks of birds and beaver and mink. underneath the M train it all shakes and exists only because it is willed to. not a person alive could tell you what was right here — a stump, a stream, a foxhole — it's now Regalo de Juquila, and a man rolls his scooter onto the sidewalk at 1:30AM to deliver the tortillas we've all been waiting for — it all works like this, like a miracle — it's the men on their scooters who seem single-handedly to hold Myrtle Ave. together, despite their apparent death wish — and the men inside are happy that it has all worked out, like it always seems to do. the scene unfolds like a miniature, like a mechanical arm, each gear sliding into place with precise, mathematical accuracy — except it is not accurate at all, and if it weren't for the men on their scooters who pull the wrench, it would fall to pieces. we cheer for the man as he enters Regalo with the tortillas, and mere minutes later, my food arrives, just like that — like a miracle — and I feel a fool for doubting them.
