hello, bouv

hello bouv,

a little note to wish you a happy birthday, my friend!

i had one of those mad days at work, the sort of day that you contemplate going out for a coffee and just keep walking.

when i finally left, the sun had gone down, and tribeca was quite. as i reached the corner of the block, there were those two beams shooting from that not-place not far downtown.

those beacons...reminders for so many of only one horrific day...for me are a bright white shining reminder of your birthday.

and so all that sadness that surrounds my city, i can recognize and put aside for a bit, because i have a model-shit-eating-grin to carry with me when things get bumpy.

miss you always,

rox