She was in Washington Square Park with her tarot cards laid out. Our first reading was not recorded. The majority of the 7 minutes I cut out were of myself asking questions she had already answered. I’m a good listener.

The Phantom was standing by the long line for the Bernie Sanders rally in the Bronx. Uncloaked, Ricky and I recorded two days later north of the reservoir in Central Park. He talked for another half hour afterward. It was cold and windy. Sorry about the wind.

I had thought Matthew was Taylor, someone else I had been talking to, when I first approached him. My plan was to talk to him over the course of a week, but it became erratically scheduled. At the end of the third recording, the coffee I got him began leaking.

We met on February 1st, 2nd, 5th, 10th, and 24th.

After the recording, I was allowed to take a picture of the kitten hidden in her hoodie. Loud pop music courtesy of McDonald’s.

I met Willie while getting ice cream with my family. He helped my mom parallel park. I offered to buy him ice cream, but he wanted coffee instead.

I bumped into him on the same street some weeks later. I got him pizza. I cut the interview short when I was told I would see him again for a second part and art work.

I didn’t know how much time my father had left despite how durable he proved himself to be over the years. Thinking he was going to recover from his recent surgery, there was going to be at least a Part 2. My father passed in June 2015.

Because of the laid back nature of my father and I, I chose to listen more than to ask follow up questions. I would record for a while, listen back to think of more questions, then record again. The first 5 and a half minutes was not originally meant to be published as it was just for my foundation for questions.

I regret where our discussion ended and I regret not taking advantage of the numerous opportunities I had to record more of my father. The full recording is unedited.

Two weeks before, Stephan needed money for the bus. I gave him a dollar. We crossed paths again and I got us something to eat. I made the mistake once again of recording in a noisy restaurant, a restaurant that wasn’t familiar or comfortable to him. The less noisier part (36 minutes in) takes place in Stephan’s restaurant of choice.

I heard of Roy through one of my favorite podcasts. We met in Brooklyn.

I was bummed in Washington Square Park. It was cold and dark and I couldn’t find anyone to talk to. I heard a voice call for me by the fountain. I’m very happy Tree found me.

I was meaning to make it to Washington Square Park, but I missed my stop and got off at Union Square. There I met Steven. I felt like an idiot thinking I was going to get him to a restaurant. He couldn’t make it all the way up the two flights of stairs. I forgot to get him his orange soda.