so what happened....

last night, when the city boy, after seeing his friend Bobby again at La Flaca, and having a really serious and solid discussion with him, went to the movies and then to The Bean, the simple coffee shop on second avenue, after the movie.
First, the movie, Baby the Rain Must Fall, a beautiful movie made in 65---but so much of that time. Felt very moved by it---did it remind me of the early sixties, the worship of the method actor, my own hopes and dreams? . Felt isolated----strange that movies effect me very differently from live theater. Then on to the bean, feeling a "healthy" sugar hunger. Had to have the cappucino plate, actually a mix of chocolate and cappucino, incredibly rich, all right, so I wanted it, but as I was eating it, and reading the novel about the Iraq war, I felt very empty and frustrated. Why, I asked are yous stuffing yourself with this, you are definitely over stuffing your body! So the anger began, continued after finishing the meal and walking up second avenue from third street to fourteenth street, looking at all the new and old bars (will this never end) and through the ride home. Got to sleep quite well, but this morning awoke with the same isolated feeling, and anger for having had to have the capucino piece.
Things better now,as I sit in the library, have the tutoring with Mossa this afternoon, should be fun, then tonight....should check in with Layla at east river, maybe watch some basketball there, then possibly to south fourth, should make tonight a "with people' night, rather than a movie night. Longing to go to Pete's just sit and have a beer, but that is just what you think. Sounds good in theory. Not much else, let's see how it all turns out....