On the corner of 5th and Oxford, a party blower drops.
Giggles interrupt my halting stare and half a face looks down. His friends
appear and all are seized with laughter. I'm amused and so is the black man in
front of me. He walks east and I continue west. He points with an expressive
eyebrow and says, "I see you up there." Birthday parties in Latin
apartments of kids in Koreatown are charming to me now. I hope they don't
escalate the experiment. Cone shaped hats make a lively fringe on the bounds of
a balcony, Har har har.
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