Anonymous
On my way home from the subway tonight, a hipster approached me on a bike. A nature hipster. Weather-appropriate wilderness gear, attractive crow’s feet from time spent snowboarding or windsurfing or some such thing. “Hey,” she said, “Is there an AA meeting somewhere around here?” Rather than stop her bike while she waited for my […]
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Among things that I was not thinking about last night when I went to bed were out-of-state weddings other people I know have attended and ineffective raingear I have owned. Instead, I was thinking about procrastination and Rome (Geoff Dyer book I was reading), the effects of slow, loud guitar played backwards over ethereal vocals […]
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