Went across the Verrazano to Snug Harbor for a plant sale and some gardens. Light rain. Once home I sang with a guitar in my courtyard and hoped the neighbors didn’t hear. I watched ‘The Wrestler.’ It left me feeling a bit unseated… The casino pier between Asbury and Ocean Grove, the strip joint, the dark disorientation, the mind-warpage when livlihood is linked to a public-identity. Hm.