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Its been years since I had a lost in New York City with my pants falling down dream but here I am confounded again in complicities impossible to sustain in public streets of Manhattan with Joey and Tom who don’t understand
In search for clothes I arrive at building tenement lower east side of legends where celebrity Andy Warhol has media pad away away away up and up flights of flights of littered cluttered stairwell stink into crowded room where the blank eyes of his hipster entourage dead and indifferent remind me why I hate the 60’s
These people only see themselves
I steal a jacket and go down into the street where Joey and Tom stand puzzled by my concerns.
Can’t they see I’ve been exposing myself?