6th St. Escapades #47

6th Street Escapades: 1-29-05

A seemingly normal boy approaches. He smiles and asks my name. After the whole “Diesel? What?” mix-up, he understands and questions its origin.
“German.”
“Hmm…I’m Jewish. Your ancestors probably massacred some of mine.” He grins playfully. “But whatever, it’s cool, I could still love you.”
I begin to say something along the lines of: “I’m sorry but I have to go; I’m sorry if this is your idea of a pick up line and/or flirting; I’m sorry but I am too confused and amused to continue this delightful conversation,” but he interrupts me after the apology.
“No, no, don’t apologize. Apologetic Germans are the worst.”
“My friends are leaving. I have to go.”
“Can I come?” His sincere tone almost tricks me into feeling bad, but I will not be had!
“No. Stay here.”
This is why I go out: after-hours pizza and the crazies.

but mj wasn't on the stereo

Tonight I will Spiderize my life. Painting assignment: study people. Translation: watch, eavesdrop, mingle with spy style observation. Doodle their movements and expressions and expect accidental and uncomfortable eye contact.
Last time I went to the coffee house a boy walked in with a boom box and did a Michael Jackson impersonation. He was wearing a suit and flipped off the guy who sells used books. He then proceeded to punch himself in the stomach.