I didn’t ask him why he was so late and so tired. I didn’t ask when was the last time he got a haircut. I didn’t ask why he looked so out of shape or why his new girlfriend wasn’t taking better care of him. I didn’t care. I just told him what key to play in.
...read more hereThe audition went well, and thanks for asking. Actually, it wasn’t a big deal at all. I’m thinking it was only for propriety’s sake that there was an audition at all; there were no other contestants for the spot. (There are slim pickings for vocal talent in southeast Queens.)
...read more hereThe truth? I’m up to something. I must be. But I don’t know what I’m up to. I sit here on the LIRR asking myself “what am I doing?” I walk up and down from this place to that place, from the west side to the east side and then back, through all the neighborhood parts of midtown manhattan, presumably running errands and finishing up all the things on my To-Do List, which is itself a mishmosh of scattered, self-imposed commands that theoretically add up to some grand equation… and I ask myself “what am I doing?”
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