Man in the Striped Bikini

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There is another character in my NYC neighborhood…

I’ll kind of miss the old dude.

I saw him a few days ago. In the middle of Park Avenue on the little kid bike he rides. The streamers flowing from the handle bars. And he in his pink striped bikini.

Yes. That’s what I said. Pink. Striped. Bikini.

Oh how I wish I had the real visual to share. ūüôā

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I’ve Been Brainwashed

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I have a good friend whose friend says that New York has a way of making you think you can’t live without it. Well¬†that’s definitely¬†true.

New York has brainwashed me. It’s been brainwashing me for the last nine years to think I can’t live¬†without it: its hidden treasures,¬†beauty and all it has to offer.¬†The food and restaurants, the parks, the uniqueness of many places around the city. The running around Central Park and the relaxing to write blog posts in Bryant Park. Walking down a couple of blocks and having the option to eat any kind of food I want at practically any hour. How can I leave it?

Well, I can.

Yes I will miss it, but I will be okay without it. A new adventure awaits in another time zone and place, and I’m excited.

Matthew

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He had a name on his sign. So I called him by his name.

“Hi Matthew”, I said. “This is for you.” And I handed him a water, then a pretzel from the corner vendor.

“Thank you”, he responded. “Wow, thank you.” He wasn’t expecting the pretzel, only the water.

I liked Matthew.

I appreciated that Matthew’s sign represented honesty and truth. He’s right. Most people don’t give a shit, however¬†there are many that do.

I think it was important that Matthew shared his name, making him more of a person to those passing by. Putting a name to his dirty face definitely makes passersby remember him; I am writing about him after all.

I appreciated the thanks I got from Matthew, and that he wanted to converse.¬†He shared a little about his hardship, whether it’s¬†true is another story. But I appreciate that he¬†offered me some information in return for the food I had just given him.

As I walked away he said he thanked me again and said that he didn’t know what God had planned for him. Thinking back I could¬†have responded that his situation really depended on what he has planned for himself.

But maybe it’s best I didn’t say anything.

He just wanted to be heard, so I listened.