Postcard to A Lost Weekend III. 05.13.03

Oh my head. I should have walked the extra block to get a bagel or a scone. PS, no one ever sounds cool saying scone. Just try it. You didn’t sound very cool at all.

You are here with me, walking to Hoyt-Schemerhorn, stopping for the Daily News. Watching the magic man tap on his box and then open it to let loose a dove on the A train. And above ground, where we watch Brooklyn pass. On the bus where a woman’s bag crushes me to the side of the seat.

Thank You for Joining Me.