I went to the wrong location for AA tonight, and I was hangry so I came back home and made some beef stew (from a can) and now i’m looking at a blank page.
I don’t feel too bad for not being at a meeting because I had Hindu temple this morning, I think both have the same end goal (conscious contact with a power greater than myself).
Yesterday I went on a little vacation.
I took the A train to the lower east side, and stopped and had a chat with my favorite Irish (from Ireland) employee from the rehab program I was in from 2022 to 2023. I told him I cut the bullshit and went back to AA, he was pleased, and we talked shit about the British Empire (I know my audience).
The lower east side is my 2nd favorite neighborhood in NYC, it used to be my first until I got here to “Little Guyana” (S.Richmond Hill, Queens) and started walking around meeting people (about five months after I moved here). Better late than never.
From the LES, I took the bus to union sq and did my old favorite walk from there to Washington Square Park, the place where this blog was born from a random handwritten story to The Strangers Project. I followed McDougal street to Chinatown, and got a burrito. yeah, a burrito that Chinese folks made, I don’t know, I was hungry and it was right there. I have to listen to my body.
My body said that the day was over, so I came back to queens and went to bed. A nice vacation. I was up in time to make 10 o clock temple and it was a beautiful thing..
I’ve been thinking about writing, and what to write. I have all of these stories that are coming up on a Facebook post I made about having the best crew in my hometown (2000–2004), but not carrying over to this blog.
I had this moment today that i’ll end with. My parents and grandparents taught me proper manners, so I hold the door for people. Today on my way into the temple I held the door for this little girl who was all dressed up in a Sari, and I put my hands together (like a prayer) and bowed my head. I took my boots off and there she was holding the next door, and she returned my head bow with a smile. I just felt welcome, it was beautiful. I’m the only white person in there, and no one looks at me strangely, in fact I saw the lady that’s been ringing up my sodas at Walgreens from across the room, and she smiled. It’s a very nice feeling to be involved with my neighbors.
Ok, that’s all i’ve got I’m gonna take a stroll down liberty Ave, I think.
I hate to do it, but I owe the bodega .75 for a Newport, so that’s how things are going financially since treating myself to my Manhattan vacation : https://ko-fi.com/evr0ck17
