At the Art Museum
After looking at a whole lot of paintings in a whole lot of MOMA's rooms, I sat down next to my brother on a bench in the middle of a gallery.
We sat there for a while, just resting. Looking at the walls. Watching the people going by.
"You know," my brother said, indicating his messenger bag, "I've got a Diet Coke in here.
"If you've got some Mentos, I can guarantee that we'll be in the New York Post tomorrow."
We sat there for a while, just resting. Looking at the walls. Watching the people going by.
"You know," my brother said, indicating his messenger bag, "I've got a Diet Coke in here.
"If you've got some Mentos, I can guarantee that we'll be in the New York Post tomorrow."