Monday, July 26, 2010
Short story from New York.
Just found it in my old notes;
I am sitting in the Central park and giving rest to my feet. Wearing white Gucci and pink nail polish. Just couple minutes ago a guy came, I guess he was a pervert but a funny one. He asked permit to take picture and video of my feet, saying they were perfect for dancing and the most beautiful he ever saw. I guess he will masturbate on them later, but it doesn't bother me. Probably I am too happy being in New York, that such thing doesn't disturb me at all.
I am sitting on the bench and right next to me there is a shooting group preparing for the interview.
I feel home. I heart New York.
p.s. pic is taken from the internet