12.01.06 :: 10:14 am

Book of New York City, chapter 12: Crazy People...

This morning oustide my regular coffee shop, a visibly insane woman was muttering loudly to herself on the bench.

The guy pouring my coffee told me that she was actually one of Andy Warhol's "girls" back in the day and she was really heavy into that art scene, and the drugs.
Which, I guess, explains her current state of crazy.

Also she's apparently whip-smart and cool and she's lived here her whole life.

Which leads me to believe that this is what happens to people who were born and raised here and who have never left.

I can honestly envision this for myself.
I am a future Crazy New York Lady.

So it's a good thing we're moving to California.

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