September 10, 2004
In Life
...Sometimes you are Brigitte; other times you are Flavor Flav.
It's one of those beautiful fall days. Sky's blue, it's still warm. Someone walking down Broadway commented to me, "Remember last time we had a September day like this?"
What the hell kinda thing is that to say to a stranger? It's funny how, elsewhere, New Yorkers have this reputation for keeping to themselves and avoiding even eye contact but the reality is that we are a city of poor-impulse-control blabbermouths. Sometimes, riding on the subway makes me feel like Clarice Starling dodging Migs' carepackages.
Posted by Dana at September 10, 2004 10:10 AMComments
It took me a double-take or two to remember "Multiple Miggs" from the book.
I was wondering why Senhor Cardoso would be stalking Jodie Foster...
Posted by: Vidiot at September 10, 2004 01:51 PMThere's only one explanation, Vidiot: He's trying to ASASSINATE the CORPSE of RONALD REAGAN!
Posted by: arto at September 10, 2004 04:08 PM