25.4.13
21.4.13
the days
I work for a cafe close to a subway station. People come and go, they just spend their tiny moments of their lives in this tiny place.
I serve this guy for almost 3 years. He seems harmless, at least to this cafe employee. Yet his pathetically ordinary atmosphere really annoys me. He comes to the cafe almost everyday. Well, it maybe just 2 weekdays and 1 in weekends, which is practically everyday for going to a cafe to drink a same god damn thing. Every time I see him, my day is over. It is just unbelievably sad. He smiles a lot. And I always want to betray it. I try to annoy him. I want to upset him. I want him to give me the what-the-fuck look. Taking orders wrong, taking too long to serve, making the muffin too hot so it gets burned, I would do anything to see the sad face. However, he never gets annoyed. And that really annoys me again. This circle goes on for 3 years.
I'm sure you can tell I really hate this job. I really do. Just baking scones, making shit coffee, surrounded by beautiful hipsters as they think they rule the world. And why did I pick this job? Simple reason is I need money. I tell this to people not to admit that I'm also a part of this useless predictable shallow hipster culture. Because, I am not.
I hate Williamsburg, I mean it. Especially Bedford Avenue. I only work for this depressing place because I used to live on Metropolitan Ave, yet I live in Bushwick now. I hate people live in Bedford, new people by the river. Young hipster wanna-bes, who actually can afford to do everything with their incomes. Let me tell you, most of pure young hipsters get some support from their parents, or someone. If you are already in 30s and in the fucking same situation, don't even realize you now only hang out with younger ones, and forget how old actually you are, Congratulations. You are the national treasure; Losers.
Me? Nah, I won't stuck this job for long. Im telling you. I'm just making some money because I don't have anything interests me yet. Now is not the timing for me. I love music, art, photography, cinemas, and all that. I know I'm gonna do stuff like that in the future, I'm good at it, all my friends tell me so. I just gotta eat for now.
When the guy from the cafe told me he always knew that every mistake I made was on purpose, I was good at not showing a freaked-out face. I said it was not on purpose and he was misunderstanding. He said that was ok, and he would forgive me. I told him it was all coincidence. He kept telling me it was all good, and he was not upset. I whispered him to please go and fuck himself. He seemed shocked at first, but laughed and asked me to go on a date in next weekend. At this time, I was really bad at hiding the freaked-out face.
The next weekend, we had a walk together. It wasn't really a date, just walking in the park by the river. I still hated the new people who live in the area. He asked me if I wanna take the water taxi or not. I didn't say anything only because I really wasn't sure if I wanted. He walked to the ticket machine and we realized that water taxi is closed till the next month. I felt some people looking at us thinking we were stupid tourists. I was really embarrassed. He notices my face expression and said there was no need to be embarrassed. I was upset. I really was.
I serve this guy for almost 3 years. He seems harmless, at least to this cafe employee. Yet his pathetically ordinary atmosphere really annoys me. He comes to the cafe almost everyday. Well, it maybe just 2 weekdays and 1 in weekends, which is practically everyday for going to a cafe to drink a same god damn thing. Every time I see him, my day is over. It is just unbelievably sad. He smiles a lot. And I always want to betray it. I try to annoy him. I want to upset him. I want him to give me the what-the-fuck look. Taking orders wrong, taking too long to serve, making the muffin too hot so it gets burned, I would do anything to see the sad face. However, he never gets annoyed. And that really annoys me again. This circle goes on for 3 years.
I'm sure you can tell I really hate this job. I really do. Just baking scones, making shit coffee, surrounded by beautiful hipsters as they think they rule the world. And why did I pick this job? Simple reason is I need money. I tell this to people not to admit that I'm also a part of this useless predictable shallow hipster culture. Because, I am not.
I hate Williamsburg, I mean it. Especially Bedford Avenue. I only work for this depressing place because I used to live on Metropolitan Ave, yet I live in Bushwick now. I hate people live in Bedford, new people by the river. Young hipster wanna-bes, who actually can afford to do everything with their incomes. Let me tell you, most of pure young hipsters get some support from their parents, or someone. If you are already in 30s and in the fucking same situation, don't even realize you now only hang out with younger ones, and forget how old actually you are, Congratulations. You are the national treasure; Losers.
Me? Nah, I won't stuck this job for long. Im telling you. I'm just making some money because I don't have anything interests me yet. Now is not the timing for me. I love music, art, photography, cinemas, and all that. I know I'm gonna do stuff like that in the future, I'm good at it, all my friends tell me so. I just gotta eat for now.
When the guy from the cafe told me he always knew that every mistake I made was on purpose, I was good at not showing a freaked-out face. I said it was not on purpose and he was misunderstanding. He said that was ok, and he would forgive me. I told him it was all coincidence. He kept telling me it was all good, and he was not upset. I whispered him to please go and fuck himself. He seemed shocked at first, but laughed and asked me to go on a date in next weekend. At this time, I was really bad at hiding the freaked-out face.
The next weekend, we had a walk together. It wasn't really a date, just walking in the park by the river. I still hated the new people who live in the area. He asked me if I wanna take the water taxi or not. I didn't say anything only because I really wasn't sure if I wanted. He walked to the ticket machine and we realized that water taxi is closed till the next month. I felt some people looking at us thinking we were stupid tourists. I was really embarrassed. He notices my face expression and said there was no need to be embarrassed. I was upset. I really was.
writing and photo by suku
19.3.13
16.3.13
1.3.13
chilly day
I set my alarm because it was a garbage day
I wanted to throw all the shit away
I went out with short sleeves
It was little chilly billy
But it was all good
All good
writing and photo by suku
20.2.13
19.2.13
a bridge
New York City.
Cold rain and snow mixed weather. A young guy in a suit with an
older guy also in a suit on a street. The rain is not too bad, so they are not
holding umbrellas. The older guy looks tipsy and this young guy taking care of
him and trying to catch a cab on a street in lower east side. The young one
seems very tired to spend his Friday night with his client.
One cab stops in front of them.
The young one holds the older one and both get into the cab.
A: North 11th and Wythe, please.
The cab starts moving.
A noticed sweet strawberry smell like when he had to step in
Victoria's Secret with his ex before.
B burps. His head is leaning on the window and eyes are closed.
He seems really drunk.
A sighs.
Silence.
Driver: do you have the exact address?
A: ...no. No, I don't. Just the corner of 11th and Wythe is
fine. The new hotel.
Silence. A seems worried little bit.
A: do you know how to get there? Take Williamsburg bridge,
right?
Driver: uh huh
A brings his head to the tiny glass window to be closer to the
driver. He notices the driver is blond white lady with fitted t-shirts. A looks
surprised little bit.
A brings back his body to the seat slowly, but can't take his
eyes off from the back of her head.
The sound of wipers for the back window resounds. The rain
doesn't look so bad.
A seems worried about the direction she takes. She keeps the cab
on the very right lane on the bridge, and A assumes that she knows the fastest
way to get to the hotel.
The cab is getting off the bridge. Passing by Peter Luger sign.
A seems relieved and sighs little, sits deeply on the seat.
A can see the driver is drinking Red Bull. Her hand holding the
can is with pretty red colored nails.
The driver asks slowly with lower mature voice with eastern
European accent, breaking the silence.
Driver: have you guys been drinking?
A: wha....? Ah, yeah. Not me so much though.... Why you ask?
Driver: people say windows gets smoky when someone with alcohol
in the car. Caps used to use the methods.
A: huh......never heard of it.
Silence
A: are you?
Driver: me? ha, no. Just Red Bull. No tequila in there. No
worries.
A: I hate tequila with Red Bull.
Silence.
Except the sound of window wiper on the back still goes on.
Driver: I don't know how to stop the thing.
A: what thing?
Driver: the window wiper.
A: oh. Haha.
A laughs little, starts laughing lauder.
The driver laughs as well.
A: that's actually very cute.
A looks at Metropolitan avenue sign.
A: never seen a lady driver like you in NYC. Interesting.
Driver smiles.
Driving while.
The cab gets to the hotel.
A wakes B up with shaking his shoulder. A pays and both get off.
A holds B, leading to the entrance.
There is a smile on his face.
writing by suku
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