Popsicle.

March 18, 2009 at 11:13 pm Leave a comment

I longed for you.

I longed for you.

Popsicle. That, is was my thing last night.

11:00 pm, I stood up, put on my jacket, left the apartment and headed straight to my nearest bodega. Once outside, I was crushed. Off in the distance, I saw that the store owned by my usual Popsicle peddler was closed. Lights out, shutters down, my hopes were dashed – but only for a mere moment.

I could not let this bring me down, as I was a man with a mission.

Fortunately for me, in most of NY neighborhoods, (in some weird business-masochistic way) multiple bodegas tend to cluster inexplicably in one single block.

I simply visited one after the other until I obtained my objective.

The moment when I held the cold and clammy Popsicle in my hands, I felt connected to Link, holding up a piece of the tri-force in the Legend of Zelda.

My pixelated emotions.

My pixelated emotions.

I just totally let my inner geek escape, but I don’t care.

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