out of control

B and I were going to walk to the Brooklyn Bridge. Before we got there the city kind of ended. The shore around the bridge was brittle with dry grass and prickly briars and a few low boarded up buildings. The sky was gray and the day chilly. I was wearing jeans and a charcoal gray hooded sweatshirt a couple sizes too big and gray sneakers. I was thinking that this was not something I usually wore and almost wanted to go home and change. Brooklyn was visible in the distance. For some reason, it appeared to have an empty shore and sandy dunes. The shadows of amusement park rides, their lights flashing, were clustered around a small tip of the shore. Although the screams and laughter were audible on the breeze, I had ne feeling of longing to join the festivities. We were making our way to the top of some stairs that led down to the bridge. I had removed my shoes and B said "careful, they're pokey," about the tall dried knots of grass along the edge of the shore. I stepped squarely in the middle of one and looked over the side. The enormous fall made me dizzy. However there was a breaker of some sort, I supposed it was to stop people from falling, but I still felt sick to my stomach and unable to go on. I climbed through the railing and onto the stairs. They were supposed to lead down to the bridge's beginning, but in front of me they didn't seem to continue. I sat down on the stairs with my shoes beside me. In front of me water dropped off the negative edge of the seemingly endless cliff. Somehow, a tide was surging and the water surrounded me as though I were on a tiny island consisting of 3 steps and the handrail. Occasionally the water would hit me. B kept asking me if I was alright, but I couldn't shake my dizzy nauseated feeling. I was also shaking badly. B asked if I was going or not, and although I could not see him I answered. I said I had just gotten wet and raised a half-soaked arm. He said we would go and change. I was trying to climb up the embankmet and through the railing. I was having a hard time and I had left my shoes by the stairs. B said they didn't matter. But I asked him to bring them to me. I noticed something fall out of my pocket and it was a metal one hitter, the kind shaped like a cigarette, but this one was painted like a rolled up dollar bill. It made a clanking noise as it fell striking the metal bars of the railing. I climbed down the progress I had made and grabbed the pipe. As I was returning to my climb I saw a small overhang sheilding a burned glass crack pipe and some other brown pipe-looking thing that I referred to in my mind as a hippy pipe. The "hippy pipe" had a U-shaped protrusion that had a small flame on the end. And I thought to myself, someone was just here, and they were smoking crack. I could see the rock in the bowl of the pipe. Then I noticed a large black lumpy looking thing just underneath the rails where I was climbing. It was battered and beaten looking. I had the sinking feeling that there was a person concealed under those black folds. The brim of the black tattered cowboyish hat lifted and I face, I could not tell if it was black or white because it was so dirty and caked with grime, looked back at me. Wordlessely, he parted his lips in a grimace of a smile. He had no teeth and his eyes were nothing but empty black holes.