Her: (sadly in Chinese) God doesn’t care about me any more. I’m too old. 86.
Me: That’s not true. He’s the one who put me in front of you.
We talked shop and it was like talking to an adult after being surrounded by kids all day. Like Sheridan and somea the others, he believes in me more than I do, I think.
Man, I gotta get outta what I’m doing and back into my old life.
On the way there, heard an old Chinese lady yelling over and over again, “CHINATOWN!” on 37th and Lex. She reminded me of my grandma. So I went over and told her in my crappy Chinese that I’d get her there. She was visiting an old friend in a hospital nearby and got lost. Took her arm, walked her to the right stop, and waited for the bus with her.
Me: (laughing) Nonsense. But I’ll let my dad know you said so. Told you – God put me in front of you.
Hopped off the bus and made it over to the Shelburne. Afterwards, walked from there to Columbus Circle, just cause I can’t sleep anyway. Thought about my mom – if she got lost, I’d hope someone’d help her get home.
Speaking of home, Heartgirl’s on a plane back as I write this. Was only two weeks but I missed her terribly.
Location: at the rents, in front of the tube
Music: get your plane ride on time I know your part’ll go fine