Within 48 hours of touching down in Asheville, North Carolina, I have had chewing tobacco randomly spit across my path (he did apologize), was inadvertently burned with a cigarette (he did not apologize), watched a crowd of ignorant high school boys taunt a gay rights activist march at Bele Chere (one of the boys took a break from yelling "It's going to be hot in hell" to tell me that I was beautiful; I smiled back sweetly and told him I was a lesbian), ended up on a dark mountain road with drunk people and no mode of transportation, and bailed a friend out of jail.
My signature is now on file in the Buncombe County Courthouse, logged at 3:15am on Saturday, July 26, 2008, where we had a mini-highschool reunion with former classmates waiting for sisters, boyfriends and husbands, who had been arrested for disorderly conduct, public drunkeness and/or harsher charges.
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Here is a piece of unsolicited advice that I’m sure you don’t need to hear, but might find reaffirming. I spent two glorious decades in NYC. After my wife and I had our daughter, we were exiled to New Jersey. I don’t doubt that Asheville is lovely, but don’t get any ideas. New York City is the place to be. But you knew that?
ReplyDeleteI agree! We miss you down here but we'd rather be up there...TRUST ME!
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