Angels in America

On one of my first trips to NYC with my best pot smoking gay pal, Aubrey, I found this little treasure nestled deep in the famed Central Park.  I remember I had bought my first pair of adult shoes earlier that afternoon in SOHO and this little Texan thought he was so cool.  I remember the shoes so specifically.  They had a clunky heal and were sort of two toned, with pink undertones under a darker midnight blue/black finish.  I wore those shoes out.  Everywhere I went. 

I went back to my favorite spot last summer when I was at a sober living facility in Brooklyn.  Dawn and Mark Cox gave me the safest 30 days of my entire life.  It was one time in my life when I had an expectation about something and it was matched...  oh there is one other one... but that will come later.

Have you ever had... that blue streak of recognition...