Today, after getting home from school, I plop down on my couch, watch a bit of cartoons till my dad tells me I have to go handle some shit for ‘um. I’m ok with going out and doing shit for him so I go. When I finished what i had to do, I walk over to my neighborhood bar, Milady’s. For some strange reason I was feeling pretty social so I decide to grab a seat at the bar. I overhear a conversation about the reason why women will never be president on one end and recent condominium developments that are shooting up all over the city. As hard of a choice that was, I choose the latter to jump into. Not like it really affected me as a teenager living in the shopping capital of the world without paying rent or free cable. “Its crazy how this city works sometimes..” I say. “Yea, It’s all thanks to that age old process of gentrification.” says some middle aged bald man sitting next to me who I’ve totally forgotten his name by now. I was thinking to myself..”What the fuck is gentrification again?”, while just nodding like i knew what he was saying.
I asked the barkeep for a Coke with a lime and a buck in change. See, there’s a pool table in the place and I’ve become quite the addict since I first discovered the place. As I’m trying to ease away from the man who can’t stop asking me questions about what I want to do in life and what college I want to go to, a girl interrupts him mid-sentence. “Hey kid, go explore. Fuck going to college upstate. What the fuck you wanna go to school 45 minutes away! Go to the west coast or South East Asia or some shit. Go to Germany, England and shit. You’ve only got one life to live. You need to go see whats out there, not go fucking Upstate.” Now the funniest thing about it was that such fierce dictations came from such a beautiful face. I was stuck between trying to hear everything she was saying and not losing myself in her grey-blue eyes at the same time.
Well, a half hour into our conversation (where the bald guy never spoke again after being cut off), she gave me her name. “Terra”, she said. Now what insued following that was simply the most unque background story I’ve ever heard. She was from Vancouver, Canada and had been living in Nottingham for 5 years before she came to New York in April. Now before she was in England, she had been to Spain, Portugal, Czech Republic, Germany, and France. She told me at my age, she was on coke, LSD, acid, PCP, and all that shit. God, was she the epitome of badassness, to me atleast. She had two sleeves full of tattoos, A toupe, english coat, Guns N’ Roses T-shirt on and a bit of mascara, not like she needed it though. A friend of hers, who happened to be a waiter in the establishment reveals to me that she is the most gorgeous person without her make-up on. Looking at her eyes sure as hell made me believe it. I learned that she was cazy into fashion and art and music and shit, and how she thought that one could never live without the other. I agreed immediately, tellin her about all my aims and what I want to do and that I should just take my ideas and run with ‘um. Then the wierdest thing happened. She told me I looked like a real genuine person. “You just exhume this air of sincerity and honesty. Atleast that what you look like. You could be a totally different case altogether.” she said. I was slightly embarrassed and perplexed at the fact that she could be so judgemental yet in such a fashion that I felt like she really knew me. Well, since I’m so horrible at conclusions, I’m gonna just sum the rest of the night by saying we played a bit of pool, talked a bit of politics, then parted down different streets by 11:15…..since i had to do homework. Oh, funny thing was she told me about her school days, and that she loved learning but just couldn’t do the whole homework part. We need more women like these……lol.
Written Tuesday, January 6th, 2009.