Outside the club
You know how sometimes little things happen to you, and you recognize that they’re interesting, but not so interesting that you’ll ever remember them again? Well, sometimes I write these things down–in whatever notebook I have open at the time, on a nearby newspaper, in a stray notepad window. Then sometimes I come across these records and feel pretty cool about recovering a lost memory.
Anyway, I was just looking for some notes on something, and came across this:
saw early 30s man in a leather jacket quickly brush past an old woman standing in line at an outdoor kiosk near Dionis and Sfera [a grocery store & a club]
he dropped something small into her jacket’s left pocket
she instinctively moved her hand a little, but then almost instantly stopped it in a slight jolt, and pretended nothing happened. her head never turned away from the back of whoever was in front of her in the queue
pretty sure it was drugs
06 may, 2011, about 4 PM
For completeness, I’m going to take a photo of that place. I’m always walking past it anyway.
Hey, here’s an idea: maybe this blog should be a record of some of the little things I’ll most likely forget.
