new york

Date: 9/9/2016

Outside in NYC. Talking to Nancy. Telling her about the club we had gone to. A gallery/arcade/club. Bartenders heading back to work told Nancy where to get good soup. She lived there. Started walking uptown. Beautiful trees. Branches low over the sidewalk forced me to crouch or walk in the street. At the corner, I get into some altercation and have to go to this old lady's house. There are too many doors. Does it matter which one? A maid lets us in. Very nice townhouse. Upper crust. My dog goes between a chair and a window, comes up with bugs on his nose. I have to go, but there are 2 black guys at the door. When I open it, they turn away. I am frightened, and go out another door. Walking towards the park, and the guys are starting to follow me. The park is a beautiful sculpture garden. Classical old sculptures. And modern contemporary sculptures. One looks like a house hanging in the sky. Words on it say something about vaginas on Sunday. Funny. I am in a car, in the back seat, waiting at the convenience store. One of the black guys is leaning on the hood. A very large woman gets into the passenger seat with bags of groceries. The black guy hops on the hood like he is going to ride there. I tell the other ladies he can sit by me, and start to clear bags of stuff off the seat so he can sit. He gets in, but is very wary. I suggest he sit more comfortably, but he feels to vulnerable. He is facing me. A puppy and small child come from the front seat and sit in his lap.