so far away from these mountain lights

i'm making an effort not to twist my hair as much, but how am i to stop my only nervous tic when i work in fucking new york city, where all the crazies never seem to have a job to occupy their time and are always ready and willing to harass my poor eyes and ears on my meager (45 min) lunch break? today i had the pleasure of seeing a woman who wasn't wearing pants sitting in the park. then a boy came up to alex and i while we were eating and asked where we got our pizza. i was pretty close to saying, "we're in fucking new york. pizza isn't something you need to ask directions to," but he was a Hot Indian so i kept my mouth shut. then a shirtless dude with manboobs approached us asking for a cigarette. alex demurred politely, and so the man decided it was a good idea to tell us about the "piles and piles" of magazines he had for sale "over in the corner" of the park. he was also kind enough to add that he had a "giant bag of makeup" his friend "didn't want" that was also for sale. fucking christ. i just stared at him. i give up.