are we going to get somewhere? or are we just going?

what do we do when we get to the gym and all the machines are taken?

we hide vincenza's water bottle in a patch of bushes and decide to run up to times square as our keys jingle jangle in our pockets.

what do we do when we realize we're ridiculous?

we giggle and reroute to the uptown gym, savoring spontaneity and the understanding that comes without words.

what do we do when we get lost in conversation and stay much much longer than planned?

we hope we're not too sore tomorrow and notice how the sidewalk between 8th and 10th glitters.

what do i do when i realize i haven't eaten dinner and the shower's occupied?

i fork cold refried black beans and log in to blogger.

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just started:  On the Road - Jack Kerouac

...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to five, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say  a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"