i’m wandering around talking to everyone about everything.

this girl told me she wanted to move to london and a guy told me i should go to the italian restaurant next door and the lady on the corner complained to me about the tompkins square bathrooms being closed.

i talked to the girl at the park about her favorite sza song.

she told me about nyu and i asked the skaters where the nearest starbucks was because i had to pee.

it was too far away so i went to the bar and asked the bartender if i had to buy something to use the restroom and he said yes so i told him to give me a cheap shot and then i ran into the restroom and when i came out he gave me a shot of tequila and said it was on the house.

he told me he used to live in texas.

i told him i used to live in germany.

i didn’t have a data plan or wifi so i asked some guy where the new school was because i forgot and i was supposed to meet someone there and he didn’t know where it was but he looked it up on his phone for me and gave me the intersection.

i met the guy at the new school and we talked about heterodox economics.

i ran into a guy from twitter right by his apartment because he was doing his laundry and i was walking by to meet another guy from twitter at a restaurant.

i had time to kill so i got a drip coffee from a coffee shop and the barista told me they opened five days ago and asked if i lived or worked in the neighborhood.

i said no but i heard you give the person in front of me the local discount and i want it too so actually yes i live around here.

he gave me the discount and he told me the coffee was from puerto rico and i tried to act like that mattered to me.

two girls were asking people where the nearest bubble tea place was so i gave them directions to the bubble tea shop i had walked by earlier.

i met with the guy from twitter and we got kale salads and two beers and he told me his grandma lived in the west village and that two girls in the lower east side created a newspaper and created a scene and i told him the only sincere thing i know how to do is admit that i don’t know how to be sincere.