advice

so my friend from the land of nice tells me, c'mon, why don't you write about the one-footed balancing cyclists? or the aliens that have come to broadway market with a slightly skewed vision of what humans look like? or the couples that sat in the pub im'ing each other from their matching apple macs? or the fact that there's a man out there who's managed to make it past the age of 20 without learning the crucial difference between bees and wasps? or the girl that went up the stairs in her shorts and sort of hypnotized you for a split second with the swaying of her legs? or the baby that kept showing his brand new teeth to us knowing full well he'd exacerbate our broodiness? or the stalls full of left over designer food? or the... and i told him, even if he didn't really tell me all this, i can't write about any of that. of course i can't. so that's it.