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ventured out in an ill-advised attempt to keep my bank balance above sea level. halfway out the door i realised that i'm just not moving very well--normally i navigate the sidewalks like some psychotic tour guide, but this morning i felt more like the somewhat obese gentleman who lumbered ahead of me on the way to the bus stop. let's call him irv gotti, and his more diminutive sidekick charli baltimore.
irv gotti: owwww, man!
charli baltimore: [very nearly asleep] whut?
irv: my toe, nigga!
charli: [sullenly] whut about yo toe?
irv: [about as animated as a man that size is likely to get] don't you remember anythang, foo? last week--when i was tap dancing...
there isn't really any more to this episode, if you were expecting some sort of bling-bling climax. my point is that the subway, she is a porno; in other, less referential words, the city still has sweet nothings to whisper in my ear. it's immensely reassuring.
coincidentally my fever is down, or so sayeth tanya's would-be anal probe thermometer. this calls for another cup of tea. biscuit?
irv gotti: owwww, man!
charli baltimore: [very nearly asleep] whut?
irv: my toe, nigga!
charli: [sullenly] whut about yo toe?
irv: [about as animated as a man that size is likely to get] don't you remember anythang, foo? last week--when i was tap dancing...
there isn't really any more to this episode, if you were expecting some sort of bling-bling climax. my point is that the subway, she is a porno; in other, less referential words, the city still has sweet nothings to whisper in my ear. it's immensely reassuring.
coincidentally my fever is down, or so sayeth tanya's would-be anal probe thermometer. this calls for another cup of tea. biscuit?