Most of today went by with a blur. I randomly met T while in Shaolin and the fatigue of the last few days was shown in his face. T was ready for the adventure to end. I felt I had a few good days left in me but regardless we went to the library to look up the schedule for the China Bus. At the ferry I gave T his half of the travel money and we went our separate ways once arriving in the city. The Filthy Animals once 7 strong was down to its last beast.
I hustled over to Union Square park to meet my old friend Daniel from my SCAD college days. Danny took me to a bar that served free personal pizzas with every glass of beer and we reminisced about old times and caught up on out present day lives and philosophies. After the bar Danny took me to a pizza joint across the street and I had my first ever 4 dollar zucchini pizza.
The walk back to the ferry was once of serenity and upon walking up the stairs to take a seat, who do I see but none other than the long-lost T. He explained to me how the China Bus guys messed up his directions and he missed his bus. I decided that tonight was the perfect night to say farewell tot he city so I told T I’d board the 7pm bus to Atlanta with him the next night. Back in Shaolin T and I got separated walking to the squat. Assuming that he found an alternative place to sleep I went ahead into the house and dozed off.
Hours later T barged into the room. He informed me in a panicked voice that the police were parked outside the squat. I immediately jumped to my feet and prepared myself. T was adamant about leaving but I wanted to wait it out. He descended down the stairs into the darkness and I didn’t see him for the rest of the morning. Once the cops were gone and the coast was clear,I grabbed my bags and fled to the ferry. It was now 2am in the morning and I had a choice to make. Take the China Bus back to Atlanta or take the information that I had previously learned from a conversation with Fox before the police incident and join her and her working group OOHA in Washington DC and catch a ride with them back to Atlanta.
I wasn’t sure if a trip from New York to DC was cheaper but I assumed it had to be but how much cheaper was the question. This entire week I had New York on the ropes but she answered back with a vengeful uppercut. Could I preserve all the way till Friday and link up with OOHA or would I take the sure bet also risking life and limb on the questionable China Bus. Whatever the case, the only real mystery on my mind was finding T so we could put an end to this chapter once and for all.
I bumped into T later on at the library. I told him of my decision to go to DC and rendezvous with OOHA but he was unable to join because the day before he hastily bought a ticket for the China Bus. Later that night at 7pm I stopped by the Everything Goes Bookstore for their screening of Battle for Brooklyn; a documentary about a community fighting against big money corporations to save their neighborhood from being demolished and turned into a stadium for the New Jersey Nets. The documentary was very informative and gave me some back story about the culture of Brooklyn and the battles their activists have to face.