July 2008
31 posts
Theo visited Joe’s Diner. The cooks led him to his regular stool. ‘Had I not been so slow.’ He breathed. ‘I would’ve gotten here yesterday!’
I fell asleep standing up in a crowd of malodorous commuters and woke up snoring, propped up the entire ride by a tiny woman in her fifties.
The homeless lovers celebrated their third anniversary on the R, where they first met. He kissed her hand. ‘For poorer or poorer,’ he vowed.
The taxi driver, earnestly interested in our safety, wanted to make sure we were truly home. ‘Thank you salaam alaykum.’ We limped on home.
Summer the clown walked out of the Foot Locker on South Street with a pair of red keds on. ‘I didn’t realize they had her size’ said my mom.
‘Wait,’ I asked ‘How does he power up the robot?’ He leaned in and patted my chest. ‘With an erect nipple?’ I’m now banned from Anime night.
After a 20 minute wait, they crowded around the MTA official. ‘We run 24 hours. Delays are bound to happen when your city is an insomniac.’
The woman stepped into the train and immediately said, ‘Thank you. I appreciate your courtesy.’ No one offered her a seat the entire ride.
I caught an early train and got to work early for once. The staff were watering bushes in the rain. They shrugged. ‘It’s in our contract.’
Are other tumblrs’ tumblelogs not posting their twitterfeeds? I guess, for now, QTS is down. (For the record, this is still under 140 chars)
He could hear me coming in the dark, limping with the jingle of keys and the rattle of bottled pills, sighing relief when I turned a corner.
In this heat the swelling worsens, but I’m determined to try whole food again. The tears and blood were worth it for the bacon cheeseburger.
The language of parents is universal, as the chubby Japanese boy next to me grit his teeth, unaware his mother’s scolding really meant love.
In the 3 minutes my body took to metabolize the Codeine, I managed to send out an inappropriate university-wide email. At least I’m smiling.
Wisdom tooth. ‘Are you going to put me under?’ He gave me the what kind of whimp are you look, but I forgave him once the Codeine kicked in.
The rally grew so loud we could barely decipher what they were chanting. ‘What do they want?’ ‘Don’t know,’ I said. ‘But they want it now.’
I followed the beautiful music on 6th Ave to an inconspicuous black limo. The driver blew patiently into his flute, nodded, then carried on.
I ran into the old neighborhood kids. ‘Wow,’ said the youngest. ‘I always remember you towering over me.’ Genetics made short work of that.
He asks if I came by bike. ‘Never learned how,’ I say. ‘Those things are death traps,’ he says. I agree, but he means Kawasakis & I Huffies.
On Long Wharf Drive, the vendors were selling ice cream, long-stemmed roses, and flags (none of them American). New Haven is fucking weird.
I asked the Peace Corps alums if unskilled volunteers can make a difference. ‘Your enthusiasm makes up for it.’ The girl next to me yawned.
‘Il libro, dov’e?’ she shrieked across the street from McDonald’s. Her husband pointed to the NYC guide tucked under her arm. ‘Ah, ce l’ho!’
I did the shopping cart, the sprinkler and even the Watusi for friends at The Lantern, but when I turned around damn bitches stole my moves!
I passed by my 4th fund raiser of the day in the deli, but he didn’t ask if I had a minute for the environment. His plastic bag said enough.
On its second to last weekend, the Murakami(c) exhibit is overrun with toddlers oggling the acrylic titties of the lifesize Otaku figurines.
‘Can I ask you a favor?’ he asked, handing me five twenty-dollar bills. Volunteering for the Housing Works Bookstore is pretty damn awesome.
‘Is everything okay? I hear banging all the way from up here.’ I guess in my anger I broke the dry wall. Yeah, I say. And the drama goes on.
I carried a stroller down some stairs, the little girl thanking me first. ‘In English,’ said her mother. She translated it to a peace sign.
Monster, the puppy papillon, bowed forward and I grabbed the stick for a tugofwar. ‘Yes,’ said her owner. ‘She sure loves that bull pizzle.’
He shrugged over to the guy toweling off for what’s been minutes. ‘He’s putting on one hell of a show.’ I shrugged back. ‘I wasn’t looking.’
We went to the New York City Waterfalls after the eye exam, his pupils still dilated. ‘I can’t really see much,’ he said. ‘I don’t either.’