Volume 13 Τεύχος 12
I’m half dead from grief because I turned into trash. There was the day I hit my dog. I changed sides. I went to the killer side even though I was fraught with fear. I was garbage inside. I had become trash. What could I do if I couldn’t touch her...
Yesterday (I write this on 6 November 2006) I was handed my verdict in a trial that to me was more of a circus than anything else.
He thinks: She sees him through the kitchen window taking off his clothes to put in the washer. It's night, past 12; his wife's in bed, going to sleep.
Since 1928, Chumley's on Bedford Street in Greenwich Village has sat behind an unmarked door. It started as a speakeasy and gradually became the gold standard of writers’ bars in New York.
Passover - The Blind Guy and the Matzoh.
He called into a local radio station upward of 60 times in January of 1989. Provided a series of correct answers that surpassed the other callers’ series of answers and advanced southward to the state capital for the semi-finals.
Jenny went to the pool to pick up her mother who was very excited and the first thing she said was, “I just swam with a dead guy!”