10th September (Friday night, Greenwich Village)

“You know… I love American Apparel, … I love … shit” a girl – Asian or Cauk. –  is saying to her friend. A black dude beside the outdoor booksellers (if this was the Seine, they’d be beside it) near the 1$ a slice Pizza shop, was waiting for something to open up on:

Oh, you love shit? So, why don’t you try my shit?” And as the oblivious random-statement girls pass on, I still hear him rapping 10 yards behind: “hey Georgie, you hear that? ‘I love shit!’ They can try my mother-fucking shit! Dang!”