kiss the cane*

in my desperation to be mobile, i chased down hobbled after an older gentleman on w. 85th yesterday to find out where i could get a cane similar to his. i'm now a proud owner of this walking aide, which makes me feel very dignified, and has the effect of eliciting much pity and gestures of goodwill. the new york public transporation system has been especially sympathetic, with cabbies open doors for me and bus drivers waiting patiently has i limp towards the stop.

*the title harkens to an evening elie spent pimpin' himself out with a cane.