there was a series of weekends where it rained heavily, i mentioned it before, in the end it was about six in a row. as it wore on the vibes got weirder in the east village. people freaking out and tense. someone screaming at the bus stop on 14th. someone else chasing a guy on 12th, crouching in front of him, not letting him past, saying that he'd stolen his wallet. my girlfriend confronted him in the end and the victim and his girl legged it across the street. but the instigator followed. a few black guys outside the cinema took her lead and got up in the guy's face, three against one. i thought that it helped that they were black, because the guy doing the chasing was black, and in weird america that is somehow in some way more acceptable than white guys stepping in. someone had been stabbed at the bus stop in brooklyn a week before and i think it was top of everyone's mind. but partly it was about the weather i think. the usual cycle of weekend release being interupted again and again. trapped inside tiny nyc apartments all weekend.
its nice now though