trapped in nyc blizzard

here is my blizzard story. i lived 17th st. between third and irving. my boyfriend was abel ferrara, and he was working on his first movie, the driller killer! i had a crazy dog named zelda and she was dying to go out. the streets were completely shut down, just canyons of white. abel said he would take the dog out but he didn't want to use a leash, so i said go ahead. an hour later i went looking for them. i waded through alleys of whiteness, no footprints, no cars no people. tears were freezing on my cheeks and panic in my heart, sure i would never see my beloved zelda and abel again! (not really.) near grammercy park there was a man and a dog in the distance, and i called out: excuse me sir--have you seen-- it was them--he had his scarf tied around her neck-- she had bolted-- so surrealistic to have had ny turned into such a rural type winterscape that the only beings i encountered on that walk belonged to me.