Ok. I’m starting to think that Downtown Denver is just kinda weird. This is my third day here and I’ve seen some stuff! For real! So, I’m just walking down the street minding my own business..and then this happens….a mime trying to cross the street. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for the mime. I think he thought the invisible wall thingy was really…..news flash, it doesn’t stop cars. :-)
He screamed all types of obscenities at me as he worked forward filled with rage. I violated his space…his moment…his day with my camera and curious eye. I was actually more interested in the entire scene. Alley way. Disabled panhandler. Random stranger walking. The grit of street life. A typical day in downtown Denver. I was never afraid. I always keep it moving. I steal moments of life without regret. It’s my moment too. Sometimes I want to freeze it and let it linger in limbo as a captured image. He is still angry at me. We’re not going to talk this one through. There is no hope. Only confrontation and rage.
This city has a serious homelessness situation. Walking about 10 blocks I counted more than 20. I’m not sure how long it’s been this way. And I’m not sure why there are so many people disconnected from a stable economy. I suspect mental health keeps some on the streets and for others it’s substance abuse by the looks of it. And yt still there are some who truly seem down on their luck. There has to be more something better.
I’m always fascinated by the names of Chinese food restaurants in just about any city. You have your ‘No. 1 Chinese’, ‘Royal Panda’, ‘Ocean Dragon’, ‘Lin’s Chinese’, ‘Golden City’, ‘Beijing Chinese’, ‘China Gourmet’, ‘Han Dynasty’, and the list goes on and on and on. There are definitely lots Pandas thrown around and exactly how many No. 1 Chinese restaurants can there be in a city? I think I’ve seen at least 6 in Brooklyn alone. And who the hell is number two and three? And…when the hell was the vote! I didn’t get anything in my mailbox…hmmmm suspect!
Well…I’m out for a late night bike ride and these are the things that I think about… Next time I might just have try out New China and see just how new the menu is.
He thumbed through pages of sure thing Hollywood blockbuster. He told everyone who would listen (or who tried to ignore him) how he gold on those pages. He read a few lines out loud and the quickly hushed. “Can’t share to much, don’t know who is on this train!” He went on to explain that some of his movie ideas had been stolen already. Let’s see….. Jurassic Park, that was his. The Matrix, yup that too. Hell, he even said the stole The Godfather from him! Yea…that Godfather! And that’s when all the eyes on the subway did a collective roll. His last words when he left the train… “You’ll see! You’ll see! I’ll be walking the red carpet next year! You just don’t know when you’re sitting next to greatness on a subway car!”.
I love having talented friends. They are singers, photographers, painters, dancers…..you name it, and I probably have someone in my crew. This is what happens when you are connected to creative people….they create and wonder. Tonight I’m chillin in Willy-B watching my friend Zwade belt out some tunes. The crowd is feeling him. His voice lingers throughout the room. The band adds an extra accent to the vocals solidifying words. It’s just a great night with talented friends.
I’m alone. It’s late Saturday night. The city is a sleep. Or maybe it’s just the underground. It’s crazy to think in a city filled with millions of people that I can find a moment of solitude. I’m tired. It’s a been a long day. I wish I wasn’t here right now. Not at this moment. I wish I was some place else.