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2001-11-10 || 10:56 p.m. || hip hop hip hop || tonight i went to a hippety hoppety art opening. a graffiti art opening. graffiti art-art opening. tough boys in anoraks smoking under ledges in the rain. pot smoke. real live break dancing, with hoodies to cushion the blow of head spins and the knees of pants black from the floor. jf and i getting the not knowing quite where to stand feeling, huddling up against the wall and then having to move because we were in the way of the paintings. we checked out boys, made elaborate signals and pointing fingers behind our plastic cups full of cheap wine. i studied the paintings, felt smug in having met a few of the artists. they are tough boys. they frown and wear jewelry. they hug their friends and write their names on the gallery bathroom walls. they smile genuine smiles and it makes me not so nervous. my hip hop ex-boyfriend showed us around. he got us drinks. he told us stories behind the paintings and names. he dismissed his own and pointed to others. standing in the middle of the gallery i latched arms with him and four of us stood, j and me and ezra and jf, and talked and it was all of the old kidding, the ruffling of hair and poking at ribs and no straight answers. on the way out i said goodbye and he kissed me on the top of the head and it was very nice. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |