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Two Things: Crack in My Face, and the Nicest Bus Driver Ever

I’ve been in ol’ New York for almost six years now, so I can be forgiven for assuming that I’ve seen almost everything she has to offer at least once. This week, however, I learned that this wasn’t true. I saw two things I’ve never seen before, and I choose to believe that this isContinue reading “Two Things: Crack in My Face, and the Nicest Bus Driver Ever”

OId Age Setting in

I woke up at 6:30 this morning for no apparent reason. Well, actually, that’s not entirely true: I woke up at 6:30 this morning because I went to bed at 9:30 last night. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that’s enough sleep for anyone. It’s pretty amazing that I managed this, though, because myContinue reading “OId Age Setting in”

Can I Get a Witness?

My neighborhood is being overrun by Jesus freaks. I don’t even know what kind they are, because Jesus freaks are so terrifying to me that I can’t even engage them in conversation. We used to have a lot of Jews for Jesus in my neighborhood (or Jesus for Jews, or Jesusy Jews Who Like Candy,Continue reading “Can I Get a Witness?”

Update on the Subway

My week began on Tuesday with vomiting. Not mine, I’m pleased to report. Someone else’s. I got out of the subway and there she was, Ms. Honorary Monday Hangover Right-Now, puking elaborately into a trashcan just outside the 14th street F. Now, if she’d looked distressed, I might’ve stopped and lent a hand. I don’t,Continue reading “Update on the Subway”

Two Conversations: Mostly-Shirt-Free Lady on the Train

Me: Oh my God. Matthew: I know. Me: Look at them. Matthew: I am. OK, don’t look at them. Me: Sorry. They’re just mesmerizing.Matthew: Uh huh. Me: Maybe we could draw little eyes on them. Matthew: [Looking at me in alarm.]Me: And stick a carrot between them! Matthew: …Me: And then do you know whatContinue reading “Two Conversations: Mostly-Shirt-Free Lady on the Train”

Goodbye to Vegas

I read about it days ago, but only just saw it myself this evening: Vegas, a reliable dive on Smith Street, has closed in favor of a Lucky Jeans store (no link given, cuz give me a break). “Right where that zebra-striped sweatshirt is hanging? That’s where I first kissed my first New York boyfriend,”Continue reading “Goodbye to Vegas”