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Archive for September, 2011

On facing the past

I enjoyed the show. I let the bartender make me a mystery drink and enjoyed the hell out of it. I’m an adult. I’ve done more than one and more than two foolish things in my life. But… maybe the past isn’t so scary as I thought it was?

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On directions

There are few things that a real New Yorker loves more than giving directions to somebody who is lost. In this case, I didn’t even wait for them to ask me for help, which was probably my first mistake, but I could tell that these ladies were lost. We were at Times Square on the [...]

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On jeans

A few days ago I tried on a pair of jeans at Levi’s and discovered that I had a muffin top. Yes, I said a muffin top. Apparently, I’m getting fat.

Nobody believes me when I say this, though.

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Music Monday: Like a star

And I wonder why it is… I don’t argue like this with anyone but you… I don’t let my guard down with anyone but you…

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On too much of whatever

Right about now I could use a drink, a deep tissue massage, and a good old fashioned nap. In that order, please. Any takers?

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Poetry Corner Friday: My past, my future

Right now
I walk silently like a swan
through streets that are only mine

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On the feast of San Genarro

“It was quite lovely. And it made me think of you, but I’m not certain why (other than the obvious Italian connection). It made me think of you fondly. Sometimes I think I like you…”

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On “me time”

I choose to be alone tonight. I am damn good company all by myself, am I not? When I am done with my coffee, I’ll take a walk. I have not decided whether I will walk uptown or downtown or west…

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On things

I wondered what was this woman’s story. I wondered how many other things she had lost under various unfortunate circumstances. Perhaps she gave these things away in a messy divorce? (After all, she was yelling at a child, not a man.)

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On … on a bad day

Yesterday was a good day, though. That means that tomorrow has the possibility of being a good day as well. As a matter of fact, fuck it, today isn’t over yet.

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