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Cats, RATS & SuperLefty

Your very own SuperLefty will be a special guest in the RATS Reading Series at the Lucky Cat Bar this Saturday night. RATS is some kind of acronym I know not which, but whatever it is I probably disagree with it, as acronyms and institutions tend to go together. But let’s not hold that against […]

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Book Reports

In what passes for creative work in today’s schools, one of my students, an eighth-grader, has to write a children’s book explaining nuclear proliferation in North Korea. “It’s really depressing,” she said, “because it’s hard to describe nuclear warheads in a way that’s not scary.” This brought back memories of my own wildly inappropriate book […]

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They’re Just Not Champions

I’ve only had about five minutes to adjust to the Mets’ postseason defeat, but so far I’m feeling pretty sanguine. I’ve got a new way of looking at things when it comes to my futile, fervent hopes that this team or that team will become World Champions, reap millions of dollars in endorsements, receive truly […]

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Vagrancy

“I need to be home by two a.m.,” I said to my drinking companions.“It’s past two,” they replied.“Three, then.” I said. Three a.m. is an hour I know well. Nine a.m. on a Sunday is not an time I often see. But I was up at this hour the very next day to capitalize on […]

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Atonement

This morning I celebrated this holiest of holy days of my so-called people by making a lovely bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwich. On a croissant. A sugary, buttered croissant. This act was not my irreligious act of choice, but it would have to do. What I really like to do on national or religious holidays is take hallucinogens […]

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Assassin

I am still being chased by the same assassin. This assassin is relentless and I have had not one moment’s rest since the hunt begin last spring. I’ve tried to make peace, call a truce, end this meaningless war, but you can’t reason with this assassin. More machine than man, it finds me every day. […]

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SuperLefty Pfeffer

Remember how I said I’d get a new email address so you could all get in touch to offer me residence in the shacks on your property or tell me to fuck off? Well, I did. It’s superleftypfeffer at gmail dot com. I’ll put it down at the bottom of this web page so I […]

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Out

It’s been a while since I’ve been out, really out in New York. I’d forgotten how it is. It’s always the same, in that it’s different every time. I forgot how the money disappears from your wallet. I forgot how many other people are out at any given time, but especially on a Friday night, […]

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Good Neighbors

Before the yuppies next door moved in, the backyard our apartment directly overlooked was empty and gone to seed. Still, we had green outside our window, and a bit of open space and sky–a rarity for New York. The older couple who lived in the house seldom went outside. So seldom, in fact, that when […]

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Mr. Schiff Weinstein

When Rebecca and I first moved into this apartment four years ago, we bought ourselves a New Yorker subscription in the name of “Schiff Weinstein.” Like any two Jewish names mentioned in succession, this conglomeration of our last names sounds more like a law firm than a person. Nevertheless, Schiff Weinstein developed something of a […]

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