He said: "It doesn't have to be today. It could be any day. It doesn't have to me now, it could be any time. It doesn't have to be you, it could be anyone. All it takes is a second. Maybe not even that much. It just takes a tear, or a smile, or the smell of a Spring flower and then you'll know. You'll know that you are here, here with us. Here with the rest of us who are here, waiting."

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He said: "you know, it aint like it was back then. It was always lit up, you know? But it wasn't always so bright. There were a lot of places in New York that you could hardly see at all after sun down. Some of the places we played didn't have no electricity for lights. Or for heat even. I guess those places were not exactly legal, but they were a place to place, so we played there. The usual was that we'd start showing up around midnight or so and start playing around 2 AM. By that time everyone who was planning on coming came. Sometimes we'd have a whole orchestra or sounds to play with. Other times all that we could squeeze out might be a quartet or so. Sometimes we had a singer, but mostly not cause who would want to sing behind all that mess? We had a good time, tho. We all learned a lot about music and about each other. Those were the good times you hear the older cats talking about. It sure 'nuf was a good time, yes sir."

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He said: "Everything in American comes in a condom. No pun intended, Ha ha, but it's true. It's almost impossible to buy anything that isnt wrapped up in at least 2 levels of plastic wrap that I often, to my dentist's horror, have a go at the tightly wrapped plastic wrapping that covers almost anything you buy. It makes we crazy. I still (I know, I know) buy CDs rather that download songs to iWhatever and those things, the music CD you'dt think they were worth a king's ransom, they are so hard to get opened. I swear, I cuss, I have a go with my finger nails, then move to my teeth, then just start cussing up a storm. I have learned to let the hired help behind the counter open the freeking thing for me. Otherwise I'd probably be in prison somewhere for assault or so. It's stupid and to my taste, unneeded. If we got rid of the hard plastic pods that are around seemingly everything, our level of heart attacks and just random violence to plastic would go way down. We'd be a happier people. We'd have more time to enjoy life rather than cuss at plastic, and wouldn't that be great? Wouldn't it?"

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He said: "Well, I did OK on the test. I was nervous, of course. I hate going to the doctor. They always make me nervous. I don't know why the Doctors always have some young lady person doing all of the personal stuff. You know: touching you in private places and asking personal questions about this and that. I only go to the doctor when I have to; otherwise I steer clear of those guys, mostly because of the money I know I'll have to put out. Them Republicans don't want me to go to the doctor at all, seems to me. Anyway, I get a pretty, young lady doctor and she asks me some pretty personal questions about my this and my that and I guess I maybe let go of more information that they needed to know from me, cause her face turned a little redish like and so I stopped talking. I asked if she was all right and she said she was, but I still think I told her too much. I'm just not used to doctors and stuff. I hope she didn't think I was too randy or something. They told me they was glad I came in, but maybe next time I,ll talk a little less if it's a woman doctor. That might be best."

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She said: "I was so upset when I read the paper. That article about that person they beat up. How could they be so stupid? How could they be so evil and mean? What stupidity. It just burns me up to think about it. I can't understand how someone could be so wrong. They obviously don't understand anything. We are all here because we have been directed here. This is the place, and these are the creatures we have been directed to because we are a part of it. We are the ones who make it happen. How is it possible that one of us can hate another or us? How is that possible? God, or whoever, put us here, all of us, for a purpose. How can we not come to the party? Any one of us. We are beautiful; we are glowing, we are the thing that moves. We are the question and we are the answer."

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She said: "I've been down here a long time. All I want is to get home. Is that so hard? I'm about to fall out. I had a rough night last night. He was a jerk; a real jerk. I don't know what his freeking problem was. I don't even care. But I had to put up with him all night and now here I am downtown and I'm waiting and waiting and waiting for the uptown to come. Where is it? I don't think I can hang out hear too much longer. That guy over there keeps nodding off. I'm afraid that he'll fall to the platform and bust his head open and then when the train comes, it will have to wait for the jerk to be taken off and sent to a hospital or something. Maybe I should like poke him awake or something. No, I aint gonna talk to no one. I'm just gonna sit here and wait for the freeking uptown. Where the hell is it?

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He said: "I suppose it's all in how you see it. Is it sunrise or is it the end of the day light? Is it absolution, or the wrath of God? Is it a storm or just August weather? So many little things are huge: so huge that they become just backdrop noise; a passing fancy; just" another day; just another day, ending or beginning, but making us notice just for a little while before it is lost, forever."

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