out of the closet & into the street

 





Could it possibly be true? Really? All these years?  I think maybe. I think so. This is the first time in my adult life I’ve had big, neat, tidy, grownup closets. 5 of them. I’m thinking back. First hovel on west 10th - dreadful … check … then MacDougal ... crammed with crap ... Perry st … double check … shared it with Don who’d often leave half munched  ham & cheese on ryes in there … and then Grove st … small studio small nothing boxes and then here on west 16th for 32 years … bigger but still … I threw it in all together, shirts, socks, jackets, sweaters, shoes, laundry, humidifers, massage table, scarfs, ts, pants - everything but the … so yeah, probably out of the closets and into the streets … and now, alas - I’m in the closets and loving it- able to leap tall piles of clothes & stuff in a single bound. Better late than never. 

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