written by Domenic
Bukowski once said ‘someone was getting f*cked and making no secret of it’. Well that’s exactly like what it sounded was happening in the apartment above her. The loud, passionate sounds had startled her out of her sleep. Awaking her just before her alarm was to go off for another day of work anyways. That is probably what I sounded like the other night when I was with those two guys in my friend’s bedroom, she thought. She got drunk at a party and wanted it bad. Did that make her a slut? She always wondered. She pretended that she was a bit more intoxicated than she actually was to ensure that the guys would take her on. No matter how drunk she ever got she knew exactly what she wanted anyways. Those guys really gave it to her good too. By the end of it she couldn’t really get off the bed and when she did, to go to the bathroom, she couldn’t really walk straight. She peed, put on her jacket, took the telephone numbers of her lovers and walked home in the brisk Brooklyn dawn. She could still feel herself opened up from earlier. When it felt like they were rearranging her internal organs.
She sighed, turned on the light in her room and went to her kitchen where she put some water on to boil for coffee. Once she finished getting dressed she left her apartment locking the door behind her. She stepped outside and immediately into a big puddle. F*ck. It was pouring rain. Just get to work, get through the day and go home. It is Thursday, or what she liked to call, Friday Eve. No matter how bad the weather got here or how crowded it seemed she loved living in this place. She had moved here for a boy, a young man, a couple of years ago, after college. He wound up attending graduate school out of town. His loss, she thought. Nothing like being able to do whatever you want wherever you want at any time of day or night. The anonymity was amazing. You could turn one corner and be in a completely different world. In that regard, you could be yourself all the time. No being a part of a clique or falling into some sort of social niche. At any moment you could jet and still be in the city.
Getting off of the subway the rain had subsided and it almost seemed like the sun would peak through later. She hoped it would, after all it was March, it felt like we had been in the wintertime forever. What an awesome winter it had been though. It barely snowed. Well besides that one blizzard right before Christmas. It was cold though. That bitter, biting January cold that feels like if you don’t get into warmth soon you will turn into a statue. She remembered that night in December when the rest of her friends, those who hadn’t left yet to go to wherever people go for the holidays, were all hanging out at an apartment in Bed-Stuy, right on Bedford Avenue. There was a show in the city that night, nothing too crazy but a fun little thing. James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem was to DJ in the Village somewhere, a new place, something about a red fish. Anyways they all decided to convene in Bedford-Stuyvesant and hang out beforehand. Drinking beers/whiskey, not really sure what to do or where to go. Playing beats out of the stereo and carousing all over the building. There were people hanging out in the lounge downstairs so they all went down there with full cups of whiskey and dancing in their veins. After imbibing wildly they took to the street in an attempt to make it to the show in the Village. It was snowing hard. It seemed to get worse and worse as they walked down Jefferson Street although it kept them in great spirits. Most had to keep their heads down, some dove into the snow and made angels. They finally made it to the A-train and started dipping into the drinks they had made for the road. Bursting out into song near the end of the ride they got off at W4th street station and made their way to the venue on Bleecker Street hollering into the snowy night. At one point she remembered dancing and looking up to the ceiling and feeling that a million pieces of glitter were flowing down and encompassing the crowd. The mood was euphoric.
When the show was done they went out to the street. The snowing had stopped and the village was blanketed in a foot of snow. Once the snow had really started to pick up earlier in the night people had decided to stay in. As a result there was an untouched fresh snowfall in Manhattan. The occasional cab would pass by as they staggered down Bleecker street throwing snowballs at each other and laughing.
She got her second cup of coffee for the day and a croissant and went up to her office. She nodded to her boss as she passed by his office and sat down in her cubicle to flick on her computer.
She was originally going to leave college and go to Thailand for a few months, maybe a year. The economy had hit the crapper right when she graduated so the job outlook was not great. However because of her boyfriend at the time she was convinced to move to New York and was also able to find a job. At the time she was kind of bummed to not have been jetting out of the U.S. however after a few months she grew to like it and now she couldn’t have imagined it any other way. New York City was her home. Not a place she would just be passing through, living for a couple of years and then moving on. She would live in other places and travel over the world but the city would always be her home.
By the time lunchtime rolled around the sun had started to peak out of the clouds. It looked pleasant enough outside for her to sit outside and grab a bite. As she was walking into her favorite deli, a taller man was walking out with some of what seemed like his friends or co-workers. He was laughing and gesticulating when they locked eyes. He stopped, smiled at her and said ‘Hi’. At that instant she realized she recognized him from somewhere although she couldn’t place it. His sharp blue eyes stood out at her.
She shrugged it off and went to order her sandwich. As she was doing so her phone vibrated. It was a text from an unknown number. ‘Hey we met last weekend, are you free this week for a drink?’, it read. Who the hell could that be? She grabbed her sandwich, paid for it and walked back to her office. Up the elevator, down the corridor, past her bosses office and to her desk, she looked out the window at what was now a sunny day and began to finish her work, maybe some of her friends would be interested in a happy hour later.
Bukowski once said ‘someone was getting f*cked and making no secret of it’. Well that’s exactly like what it sounded was happening in the apartment above her. The loud, passionate sounds had startled her out of her sleep. Awaking her just before her alarm was to go off for another day of work anyways. That is probably what I sounded like the other night when I was with those two guys in my friend’s bedroom, she thought. She got drunk at a party and wanted it bad. Did that make her a slut? She always wondered. She pretended that she was a bit more intoxicated than she actually was to ensure that the guys would take her on. No matter how drunk she ever got she knew exactly what she wanted anyways. Those guys really gave it to her good too. By the end of it she couldn’t really get off the bed and when she did, to go to the bathroom, she couldn’t really walk straight. She peed, put on her jacket, took the telephone numbers of her lovers and walked home in the brisk Brooklyn dawn. She could still feel herself opened up from earlier. When it felt like they were rearranging her internal organs.
She sighed, turned on the light in her room and went to her kitchen where she put some water on to boil for coffee. Once she finished getting dressed she left her apartment locking the door behind her. She stepped outside and immediately into a big puddle. F*ck. It was pouring rain. Just get to work, get through the day and go home. It is Thursday, or what she liked to call, Friday Eve. No matter how bad the weather got here or how crowded it seemed she loved living in this place. She had moved here for a boy, a young man, a couple of years ago, after college. He wound up attending graduate school out of town. His loss, she thought. Nothing like being able to do whatever you want wherever you want at any time of day or night. The anonymity was amazing. You could turn one corner and be in a completely different world. In that regard, you could be yourself all the time. No being a part of a clique or falling into some sort of social niche. At any moment you could jet and still be in the city.
Getting off of the subway the rain had subsided and it almost seemed like the sun would peak through later. She hoped it would, after all it was March, it felt like we had been in the wintertime forever. What an awesome winter it had been though. It barely snowed. Well besides that one blizzard right before Christmas. It was cold though. That bitter, biting January cold that feels like if you don’t get into warmth soon you will turn into a statue. She remembered that night in December when the rest of her friends, those who hadn’t left yet to go to wherever people go for the holidays, were all hanging out at an apartment in Bed-Stuy, right on Bedford Avenue. There was a show in the city that night, nothing too crazy but a fun little thing. James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem was to DJ in the Village somewhere, a new place, something about a red fish. Anyways they all decided to convene in Bedford-Stuyvesant and hang out beforehand. Drinking beers/whiskey, not really sure what to do or where to go. Playing beats out of the stereo and carousing all over the building. There were people hanging out in the lounge downstairs so they all went down there with full cups of whiskey and dancing in their veins. After imbibing wildly they took to the street in an attempt to make it to the show in the Village. It was snowing hard. It seemed to get worse and worse as they walked down Jefferson Street although it kept them in great spirits. Most had to keep their heads down, some dove into the snow and made angels. They finally made it to the A-train and started dipping into the drinks they had made for the road. Bursting out into song near the end of the ride they got off at W4th street station and made their way to the venue on Bleecker Street hollering into the snowy night. At one point she remembered dancing and looking up to the ceiling and feeling that a million pieces of glitter were flowing down and encompassing the crowd. The mood was euphoric.
When the show was done they went out to the street. The snowing had stopped and the village was blanketed in a foot of snow. Once the snow had really started to pick up earlier in the night people had decided to stay in. As a result there was an untouched fresh snowfall in Manhattan. The occasional cab would pass by as they staggered down Bleecker street throwing snowballs at each other and laughing.
She got her second cup of coffee for the day and a croissant and went up to her office. She nodded to her boss as she passed by his office and sat down in her cubicle to flick on her computer.
She was originally going to leave college and go to Thailand for a few months, maybe a year. The economy had hit the crapper right when she graduated so the job outlook was not great. However because of her boyfriend at the time she was convinced to move to New York and was also able to find a job. At the time she was kind of bummed to not have been jetting out of the U.S. however after a few months she grew to like it and now she couldn’t have imagined it any other way. New York City was her home. Not a place she would just be passing through, living for a couple of years and then moving on. She would live in other places and travel over the world but the city would always be her home.
By the time lunchtime rolled around the sun had started to peak out of the clouds. It looked pleasant enough outside for her to sit outside and grab a bite. As she was walking into her favorite deli, a taller man was walking out with some of what seemed like his friends or co-workers. He was laughing and gesticulating when they locked eyes. He stopped, smiled at her and said ‘Hi’. At that instant she realized she recognized him from somewhere although she couldn’t place it. His sharp blue eyes stood out at her.
She shrugged it off and went to order her sandwich. As she was doing so her phone vibrated. It was a text from an unknown number. ‘Hey we met last weekend, are you free this week for a drink?’, it read. Who the hell could that be? She grabbed her sandwich, paid for it and walked back to her office. Up the elevator, down the corridor, past her bosses office and to her desk, she looked out the window at what was now a sunny day and began to finish her work, maybe some of her friends would be interested in a happy hour later.
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