I walked into Astoria again, this time into the East side, a little better. I wanted to get bagels from Broadway Bagels for Irie so she could try some good ones before heading back to CO. I listened to Fugazi's 13 songs. I got into a groove, a runner's high. I was singing along with Ian McKay. So infectious those guys.
At one point I was exaggerating my moves in "gay" liberated way. It reminded me of why I used to like punk in the first place, the punk of Husker Du, Fugazi, early Nirvana, etc. Just being yourself.