here is a thing i do all day sometimes: part two.

i passed this place on eldridge yesterday when i was walking around trying to find sweet potatoes for $0.49/lb. i thought about getting some dumplings but i don't like to go on the weekends because you have to stand in line with people who have never been before. and they're skeptical and they make jokes and they take too long to order and then they get really surprised when the food is so good. anyways, i didn't get any dumplings on eldridge and i just kept walking instead. and i passed this place with a sign in the window that said "welcome to ghost." i didn't really know what that meant or if it was a bar or a funeral home or what, but i passed it and kept walking. then i passed it one time again later when i had to go get chinese five spice and there was a fat guy with glasses coming out of there yelling about something. he looked like he was maybe drunk but then he stood by a van for a second and i thought maybe he was just always like that. there were a lot of people inside the windows and i felt like asking them if that place was haunted or if they knew any good ghost stories or why it was called ghost at all, but then it started to smell like that incense i really like that wafts out of this one apartment on the corner all the time. it's kind of like corn tortillas but not at all and it makes you feel like you love new york city when you actually probably don't. so i took deep breaths and all my words i was going to say before that got shoved in the back of my nose and behind my eyes and i got on the train instead.