Friday, October 25, 2002


(originally posted at

this morning walking to the subway i saw a hipster in nice shoes working under the hood of a beat up old pickup truck.  he had a mod haircut and a little lower-lip goatee but no beard or mustache.  the license plates were from arizona and there was a folded-up matress, a rolled-up sleeping bag and a guitar case in the back of the truck.

it was exciting to see someone like that in my dingy neighborhood.  awakened the wanderlust in me.  i take solace in the fact that the path i'm on is the right one for me.

a part of me thinks that sounds like bullshit.  no one has a path.

who knows?

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