March 7, 2010

Old Soul

Some nights I put on Chinatown, play jazz records, smoke cigarettes and wonder what it’d be like to live in a world where no one gives a damn about your emotional intelligence.

Some mornings I ride the El and look over at the kid with black hair, torn clothes, holes in his face and wires dripping from his ears and dream about a world where people read newspapers and wear black because they wore their blue suit the day before.

Some afternoons I saunter through city streets jaywalking, dodging cabs and admiring alluring young women when a grin flashes across my face as it becomes clear that not all pleasures from times since past are gone forever.
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17 comments:

  1. I don't jaywalk! Ever...

    I'm reporting you to the police! LMAO

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  2. Eva: Sadly it is sometimes, I'm just an old romantic sometimes.

    Johana: Narc!

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  3. I am totally an old romantic. I often daydream about living in the early 19th century. I moved to the country to get away from the craziness that is the city nowadays.

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  4. The simple pleasures in life....lovely illustration of it.

    Love Chicago.

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  5. Andie: I'm the same way, although I'm a city guy through and through. I like the craziness.

    Carol: Thanks, and yea it's a cool place.

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  6. I'm hearin' you there. I decided to be a gentleman the other day and tipped my hat to a little old lady on a train as I locked eyes with her. She started to cry, saying something along the lines of 'Do you know how long it has been since a man has done that for me? You are a gentleman! If I could I would curtsey for you'.
    I started to well up then as well.
    Jaywalking is very naughty and I am going to tell on you....

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  7. That's cool as hell, Dan. I'm always amazed by how many surprised looks I get just by holding a door. A little manners goes along way.

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  8. i love it...one of my favorite posts of yours...great visual...and man do i love a quiet dark little jazz club and walking outside afterwards, feeling the night around you...

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  9. ''the kid with black hair, torn clothes, holes in his face and wires dripping from his ears ''
    breath taking

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  10. Love this - such great visual writing. I could see everything you described.

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  11. Your writing style reminded me a little of Holden from Catcher In The Rye.

    No one ever tips their hat at me (re Dan's comment). Oh ye, that's because I live on the wrong side of the planet. No one wears cowboy hats in Scotland. But what we do do here is JAYWALK!!! You actually have to brake 'cos people (dumb ass people) just walk out and expect you to stop.

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  12. I'm one of those dumb ass people, Sharon. I figure the streets were there before cars were even invented, so I should have more of a right to them.

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  13. Eco: Yes, the darkness can be exhilarating.

    Heavenly Muse: Thank you.

    Heather: I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

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  14. I love your writing style!. I love walking in the night but not alone!
    Great visual writing!:)
    Betty

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  15. A beautiful snippet of writing. Well done!

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  16. Betty and Erika: thanks a lot, glad you enjoyed it.

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