Well Manhattan is a love and want to leave it kinda place at times. The buzz of the people is like a pull and push and then you know you're in Manhattan when no one stops at the stop sign and the cabbies coming through with the intent to make you scatter because they ain't slowing down. California popped into my head for a quick minute when I asked the Starbucks people for a toilet and well.... it's Manhattan so they just short the amount of chairs that make it illegal not a have a toilet. And all the other places you better pay something for something if you want to pee. But, all the irritation disappears when you stop and stare and see all the people ... These days I only like to look at people with stories on their faces... wrinkles in all kinda different places... and the hair.,.. oh the hair... And, the clashes of color and angles....
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