  Forgot to mention a really nice memory from Tuesday night: while walking across 14th Street on my way from Splash to the Cock, I burst into song. It was a warm, muggy time, like I mentioned, and I was getting buzzy, feeling light, happy to be so far from everything else. So I started singing the song ‘14th Street’ by Rufus Wainwright: You’ve got my lost brother’s soul My dear mother’s eyes And brown horse’s mane, My uncle’s name. You walked me down 14th Street With a doctor to meet After thoughts of the grave In the home of the brave And of the weak, but Why’d you have to break all my heart? Couldn’t you have saved a little bit of it… Then, as I mentioned, I realized Manny had called, and so I called him back. The feeling of singing at the top of my voice and yet still not being heard by anyone was really lovely. So I dedicate my delighted and drunken performance of the song to Manny, since in a sense, he did walk me down 14th Street (and he does have my uncle’s name). 
