Satisfied, at least somewhat

Last week, I did that thing that nobody should ever do in the last few weeks of school.

Yeah.

I wrote up a really detailed, comprehensive list of all my obligations and assignments and what they consist of and when I should be done with what and how I'm going to do it and everything else that goes into driving oneself into a frenzy of feeling discombobulated and overwhelmed.

Well, I had to take a walk. Blow off some steam. So, I walked down from Carlyle, where I live this year, to Washington Square. It was one of the first nice nights, and I hadn't gone and sat there yet at nighttime, so I thought I'd make that my destination.

At first, I was sitting on one of the benches in that little corridor that runs from the Northeast corner into the Garibaldi plaza, but then this guy who had previously been sitting about fifty feet away from me stood up and came and sat directly across from me, subtly trying to wave a bag of who knows what at me. So, I got up and relocated to a bench alongside the bandstand.

At one of the new picnic tables that they dropped in to make the fence less of a focus, four homeless guys were gathered. I know they were homeless, because they were talking about it. One of them had a guitar, and he was playing "Honky Tonk Girl". Two of the others were devoting their energy to yelling at the fourth, who was drunk and singing along, and furthermore, very out of shape and lifting his shirt up suggestively and interjecting "Jealous? Yeah, you're jealous" in between chorus lines.

Happily, I thought to myself that this place will never quite be Kosher.

I might feel differently when the drapes come off, but for now, I'm not as belligerent as I've been.

Also note, please, if you will, that I'm not generally belligerent. I just have hang-ups about gentrification :-P. Cheers,

--Jonny