December 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
We were told it would happen when we least expected it. We want it so bad we are always trying to not expect it. And so it will never happen. Is that the point, then?
December 12, 2010 § Leave a comment
“I walked out of the Met Towers on 57th street and lit a Nat Sherman. Everyone was staring at me. I had just gotten out of the shower and hadn’t spiked my mohawk, which I had recently bleached and died pink. I was wearing sweat pants, my bright yellow Troop 642 t-shirt from my days in the world’s most oppressive organization, a leather jacket and aviators. The bridge and tunnel crowd was out – Saturday in midtown – no one complains when they’re the Bennys. I overheard a woman say, ‘for sure, for sure’ and her daughter respond ‘if there ever was one!’ as they were walking passed me and I got paranoid that they were Jerseys who thought I was a homosexual. I went into Duane Reade to get some delicious beverages. I also bought almond m&ms. I walked back to the apartment and walked in the door. The doorman recognized me and asked how I was, which made me feel special. I opened the m&ms in the elevator on the way to the 50th floor and when I got back to Cora’s, I ate them with chopsticks. We talked about More and Lots for a while and we both admitted that we felt better, since we hadn’t talked about More and Lots in about a week.”
– May 20, 2006