new amsterDamn!!!!

you hear the train about 8 seconds before it rushes by, end to end silver gray cars, the squeaking breaks and bursts of air... flickers of faces inside a moving car blur by... silhouettes of graffiti barely visible and the cool darkness of the station below the concrete surface. The iron horse, galloping through the station, resting for moments only and then off again, express transit raising the blood pressure of the city. On schedule and round the clock, coursing through concrete and steel vessels and arteries... New York is an Organism. A microcosm of planet Earth, the stark diversity of the city allows me to stand next to cultural representatives from across the globe. Right here, right now...bunched on a sunday afternoon or at 4:45 am...

There is nothing like Harlem. The serene nostalgia of the Apollo Theater, the Soul Food spot on Malcolm X Blvd (owned by Asians), the Brownstones around 136th, near Columbia, and the popularity of Manhattan's sole IHOP. This place is exponentially urbana. I am just beginning to understand my love for her, Brooklyn. Bodegas 24-7, parties and booming peace and regulation in g-code. And the depths of hip hop culture and its uptown residents... like our first kiss... NY places a delicate one on my ego before politely asking me to fuck.

After our fist date?! Damn. And to think so many men, GREAT MEN, BEAUTIFUL SOULS, sistas, dancers, faces, bootys, brains, and talents. And she looked at me, long and slow... yeah, you could get it, NY...I'm f'n witcha vibe.

-delano