The Pitfalls of Currentivism
I forgot to mention a few things.
One day, before Musette took my subway pass, I accompanied her to work and ended up walking through Central Park, past the boats and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. There were large numbers of nearly nude bodies sunbathing upon plains of grass. Children were launching foam rockets off of air launchers. Park rangers had sectioned off areas of the park that were off limits to pedestrian traffic. A great golden fountain of an angel was outside of my reach. There was a massive festival going on for Puerto Rico or Cuba — I don’t know how to tell the difference between their flags. The energetic music filled the air and I tried to get to its source but kept getting swept up in currents and diverted by the park rangers.
I ended up being deposited at the church of the heavenly rest. The doors were wide open. I went inside and took a seat. It was not as magnificent as the cathedral I had stopped into directly after my plank walking departure from The Page. It was a blocky stone building. The stained glass and Christ depictions were much less than grandiose but the cross still stood the central mast.
Musette is sick. She is blowing her nose on the constant. I have been tasked with picking up toilet paper because we are almost out at the apartment. I end up finding a little store in the city where the girls behind the register lean on their counters, play on their phones, and nap.
I get toilet paper (2.69 angel soft) and a blue Gatorade, paying with a credit card. Passing one of our bank branches I almost don’t pull twenty dollars from an ATM, worried that Musette might get worried about the money and demand I start looking for work, but I know that it’s best to have cash on hand in this city, and it’s got to be better rising to her level than sneakily trying to bring her down to what I hardly have any choice but to call mine.
I buy dog food from the store up the street from our apartment back in Brooklyn and return home to play a Destiny strike with the married couple I met on there. Doing badly affects the rest of my night. The night before I had done so well. I couldn’t believe it. I thought that I might become one of the best Destiny players ever and that maybe playing Destiny could become my new job.
I take Charlo for a walk in the rain and return home to the still massive but shrinking tequila stockpile that has once again replaced my whiskey. While doing the dishes I fantasize about what it would have been like had I while walking out of The Page pretended to call a lawyer or my mom and acted like I had all the power possible to take that place out for the way they had treated me.
Musette comes home and gets all in a tissy about the place being a mess.
We watch Game of Thrones and fall asleep.