Its not genetic really, when men are alone, driving, listening
to music.
And then they see women, first, and then they see men, children, old hags, beggars, discards, rich,
poor, happy - hues and shapes - walking on the pavement, looking at windows, talking
on the phone, smiling, shouting, fighting, running, standing, waiting, looking - oh so there's a pro, how good?
Sorry not my type.
Surrounded by an ant factory of automobiles, spewing smoke, honking their butts
out.
Nor is it politics.
Daniel suddenly remembered the woman on the other side
of his sit out , at home, who was
looking at him when he was playing on his guitar and then vanished, by the time
he took Annie’s call.
The chimera. The Agora.
She could have stayed back just a wee bit longer, he was
looking forward to her, as an appreciative audience.
She was wearing a short underpants, dark blue denim, was
wearing a panty bra and nothing else on top, her hair was tied on a pony. She was white. She looked young. 18 at the
most. Her hair was blond.
Daniel shook his head and smiled as the traffic snailed on,
he was still somewhere on 14th Avenue, Danny smiled again, its
primordial, or even beyond , it is .
Especially at the great Longacre Square.
His regular briefing in New York usually took place on the
30th Floor office , of Reuters’ landmark # 3 Times Square building, overlooking
Broadway and The Central Park on the North, but today Hoffman, his Editor–in- Chief,
suggested they meet on the 16th,
at the Cafeteria, not the most pleasant place ( considered the most wretched cafeteria
in New York that even had the NYCHD warning several times for cockroaches), but
for Daniel it did not matter ‘coz anyways it would just be for an hour or so.
And his actual role at Reuters put him through worse.
And so Daniel’s mind went on and on.Sometimes listening to music, sometimes talking to him, sometimes watching. Sometimes simply driving.
Smiling, tapping, shaking.
Driving.
Thinking. Moving.
Yet. Pausing.
Hey?
Mind, the mind, our mind.
Will it ever stop working?
will it ever stop talking?
Will it ever ?
as long as it
talks you’re alive, when it stops you’re dead?
Not really. Its much more complex.
As long it talks and you don’t
You are
A thinker.
As long as it talks
And you talk
You are
Normal.
As long as it talks
But you talk
Different
You are
Abnormal.
As long as it talks
And you don’t know what is its talk
You
Are
Insane.
You’re .
No sirens please.
Suddenly Daniel saw some open road space for a change and he started speeding, he noticed another car, in front, doing the same.
It was somewhere about Duffy Square .
All of a sudden, the open space widened, it just turned out that the two cars, got caught in an impromptu race .
He sped them out like they were kids.
Just When they were about to turn into the 57th Street from the Joe Di Maggio, the boys whom Dan was chasing left, Dan thought
Hey!
C'mon, let's do some more !
And stopped.'
He saw the car that had turned left had also stopped.
He traversed , back, for he had driven ahead, thinking he would at least shake hands with the kids of the other car, they had managed to race for about 10 minutes real fast and with no cops monitoring.
It was a rare joy inside New York.
Dan, drove and parked the car just behind the other waiting car.
He saw about 6-8 kids sitting inside. He walked forward with a beam of a smile, with his hand stretched. The guy who was driving the other vehicle, seemed white, also gave a smile and stretched his hand.
The time Daniel reached the drivers' side.'He saw an avalanche of people from inside the car attack him. They were beating him from all sides, kicking, punching, butting, suddenly one of them brought a baseball bat and started bashing, they were young, drunk, A mix of Black, Brown and White.
Dan saw a cop walking forward, and then wait and watch. he was shocked. He gestured to the cop and maneuvered near him while defending himself from a drunk mob of 8, and asked for hrlp.
The cop simply watched. Impassive. By then the 8 bevdas also rounded the cop telling the cop how Danny provoked for a race and how he had comem back ( from a road ahead ) and he was the one who had started the whole thing.
The cop simply watched.
Daniel knew the cop wasn't gonna be any help, he started running back to his car, even while the 8 member mob chased him, he ran a bit defended a bit, kept a few stones that were lying around handy , punched some of the guys with the stones, quickly opened his car door , got in and locked the door from inside, the boys chasing were not that easily coyed, they got hold of the stones he had used and banged at his glass, the Silverado's synthetic glass cracked but did not break, he lunged his car forward in a bit to get out.
Daniel had banged the car in front.
The rare bumper flew out. Half way. and then hung. Midway. Dan's car did have much of a damage, it just had sime paint remived off its own front bumper. And its right side light assembly broke.
New York , was alive. And Kicking.
The cop had to reach them now, he stretched his book. Asked for ID's and etc.,
Daniel and the boys withdrew. Took the cop aside and aplogised.
All of them gave the cop souvenirs of their own. The cop waqs reluctant, but later consented.
Before long. They were all off, shaking hands and bidding goodbyes.
Danny was bleeding from his eye. But he still made it to # 3 , Times Square.
Hoffman called for first aid. And told Danny -
His cover story had to start at London.
Before moving to Bolivia.
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