I miss the smell of the city.
I miss waving down yellow cars.
I miss walking up three flights of stairs to that tiny apartment with a real living room.
And a bedroom with windows for walls.
I miss the subway and the people on it.
I miss Pastis.
I miss coffee on 2nd Avenue.
I miss protests at WTC.
I miss you.
I miss a lot of things.
July 1, 2007...12:12 am
I I I. yeah. I might be selfish.
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