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Ice Cream, Italy, Bling, and Bad Teeth

Yesterday it was such a nice day out that I went for a long walk through Chinatown I stopped at the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory on Bayard street where they have all kinds of wierd chinese flavors like ginger, lychee, and green tea.

I got myself an ice cream cone and walked across a crowded Canal Street to Little Italy where all the parking meters have the italian flag painted on them. I stopped to read the menu out front of the many italian restaurants. A guy brushed past me speaking italian into a cell phone and looking like one of the guys from the Godfather. Then I checked out a souvenir store where they sell blakc and white photos of every music and old movie star you can think of, mostly Italian.

Then I left Italy and I walked down the Bowery. I stopped when I heard a guy crying out “Bling-Bling. Bling-Bling.” He was handing out flyers in front of a jewlery store called Homeboy Amigo. Inside there was a booth that made custom gold crowns for your teeth. The diamond ones looked like braces on steroids.

Never take me to that dentist. New York can be like a million alternate universes rolled into one. Some have good ice cream, some have bad teeth. I’m still trying to find where I fit in. Luckily God will have something to say about it and I don’t have to figure out the whole thing by myself.