Friday, May 14, 2010
Well, Friday in Queens. In the shadow of Shea. Lost, as usual. Swervin, honkin, and ragin back in the spirit of survival. As far as I know, I havent killed anyone yet, but the day is young. Funny to see trees, small n pathetic as they are, but here they are- .hidden, forgotten, not given a shit about, under the canopy of the long island express. Ignored and unnoticed. This I understand. A safe sanity in a crazy as life. A tree grows in Queens. And it winks hello to me.