Thursday, November 25, 2010

So-long Saturdays

The hard ground is soft to sleep on. We wake to a vacuum the Koreans in the sauna lazily sleep through, sweeping the dirt off the communal floor. Shake the sleep out of the eyes and drop drawers for a shower in the public baths we slept at.

The first stop is the library, to catch the Saatchi show. Then Thai noodles devoured by starved animals, and an endless afternoon of shopping. We make but one purchase in all our hours.

To the beat of music we walk into the evening, they at a punk show and me with the Lips. We rendezvous on the corner outside the university and head towards the Museum bar. The room is long and ceiling high, the wine cheap in towering glasses.

At Go-Go’s we dance on the stripper poles between Asians in short dresses, nod our heads to hip hop songs from high school dances. Fall back out the hookah bar, hunt the hotel down, fall head first into the pillow.






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