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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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A Brief Word About Email

I have writ (?) something new after my August hiatus. Here it is. I always plan to write so very much while I’m away, and I do, but in my notebook, not on the computer. The real reason, I’m sad to say, is that the computers in the internet cafes of foreign countries often have […]

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America

I’ve been back on American soil exactly twenty-four hours (eight of them in blissful Xanax slumber) and this is what I’ve observed. The usual things: America is big and rich and profane, but things generally work better and faster here than in other places. By “things” I don’t mean ideas like happiness or democracy, but […]

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Home Alone

Now I am home alone. What do I do when I’m home alone? I drink whiskey neat in a tiny Morroccan glass. I watch Sex and the City. I don’t wear underwear and I wear my glasses. I smoke pot and rearrange my furniture. I am suddenly siezed by urges to find pieces of paper […]

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