Where eye shadow comes from

This may or may not be true.

Where has your soul found a home?

Most of mine thrives on the scrappy coastline of the North Atlantic.

There’s a big part of me living in the loam of the redwood forests of Humbolt County California.

And?

Part of me belongs in New York City.

Well. That’s not entirely true.

A big part of me belongs in Coney Island.

The pier there is such a scene.

Old dudes, with up to 10 lines in the water each, prospecting for dogfish.

Dogfish?

Little sharks.

Small little sharks that congregate around the pier not more than 200 feet from where I would go swimming most days that summer…

On this night?

Most of the men weren’t looking at their lines.

The rods they were thinking of?

Not on display.

On this night, it was like there was a fucking gold shoe Barbie convention in town.

You should have seen the bling.

Gold shoes, Gold hair. Gold skin. Gold earrings.

Step step step.

Strut strut strut.

Gawk gawk gawk.

There was perhaps some ‘problematic rubbernecking’ going on.

Then?

A bell.

Just a small ringing sound.

Excited, the dud…