Sunday, October 19, 2008

Sunday Off

Had a panic attack in a cab on Broadway. My Alprazolam prescription is running low. The Xanax will run out soon. I came back to the hotel.

Tried to take a nap, but couldn't sleep. Went downtown to Freedom Tower. I thought I would feel something. But everything is numb now. Picked up the subway uptown. Exited at 72nd Street. Walked two blocks to 74th and Broadway and collapsed. A cab driver pulled me into his car, and this is all I remember...

Being sprawled across the greasy seat of a taxi, and then later I tell the cabbie to keep driving, and we go on aimless, bumpy rides down one-way streets, over the spitting stinking steam into the oily newness of the New York night, and there are strobes from a welding crew and blood from chewing apart my lower lip. 

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