September 2009
11 posts
Unattributed Quotage
“Someone have a stroke of brilliance for fuck’s sake, or I’m just going to have a stroke.”
Terrible Inventions: A Series
The combination rickshaw/port-a-potty
My parents have, after painstakingly sorting through the furniture, clothing, documents and records, hiring a cleaning crew and replacing doors and locks, at last put my grandmother’s house in North Carolina—a year and a half after her passing—on the market. There is, even in this terrible economy, some interest in the property. (It is at its reduced price a steal for someone,...
There was, on that grubby strip of 42nd St. between 8th and 9th avenues, in front of the Army surplus store and across from Port Authority, that certain type of young vagabond, in ripped pants and combat boots, casually shaking an old fast food cup in hopes of eliciting change from strangers. There was a white rat perched on top of his curly black mop of hair. It probably tells too much about me...
