i cry for zaire.
i cry for zaire.
...the day after.
where are all the nice guys? i decided, last night, at 2 am that they come from zaire, live in the east village, wear army green hats and t-shirts that read harlem, and pay 20 dollars so that underage girls may have their confiscated IDs. eric--a nice guy.
back in 2004, i visited tanya in nyc for a long weekend. between drunken chinese food, a sprained foot, and tons of tears, i had no choice but to remember the night. the words above are taken from my journal back when i kept a journal.
...the day after.
where are all the nice guys? i decided, last night, at 2 am that they come from zaire, live in the east village, wear army green hats and t-shirts that read harlem, and pay 20 dollars so that underage girls may have their confiscated IDs. eric--a nice guy.
back in 2004, i visited tanya in nyc for a long weekend. between drunken chinese food, a sprained foot, and tons of tears, i had no choice but to remember the night. the words above are taken from my journal back when i kept a journal.
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