He stands in front of the bank, shifting from foot to foot, his face a mask of pitiful hope, while his eyes calculate every passerby. I'm trying not to ignore things, but I know if I make eye contact, I'll raise his expectations, so I walk toward the curb and let him accost another pedestrian with his "Happy Thanksgiving" that sounds like a curse.
As I cross the street, a little boy on the other side of the street scoots up to the crosswalk. "Candy for everyone!" he shouts, his arm sweeping to include me, the beggar in front of the bank, the gray November afternoon, Brooklyn, the world.
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Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
7/15/09 - Nice try, asshole
The big, black guy with the narrow head and the crazy eyes turns, just as I walk past, making sure to smack my hand with his hand, and I hear something fall to the ground a second later.
"Hey," he calls to me, showing me the glasses that barely fit his head and the obviously old, sharp crack right in the center of one lens. Looking as mean as he can, he says, "Can you do something to fix this?"
"Sorry, man, I don't have any money." I say, walking away.
"Hey," he calls to me, showing me the glasses that barely fit his head and the obviously old, sharp crack right in the center of one lens. Looking as mean as he can, he says, "Can you do something to fix this?"
"Sorry, man, I don't have any money." I say, walking away.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
6/30/09 - it's a drag getting old
My dad takes me to J.C. Penny's to look for clothes for my birthday, but nothing that I put on seems to fit properly. This may be partially a function of the cut of the clothes, but it also probably has something to do with the slight spare tire of fat I seem to have recently acquired around my waist.
When he suggests going to, of all places, Costco to look for clothes, it's been an hour, and I still haven't had breakfast, I'm disappointed that my folks didn't really put any thought into my birthday, I've been bickering with my Dad about our differences in clothing taste, not to mention that I'm starting to feel kind of out of shape and old.
"Listen, Dad," I finally say, "shopping for clothing when I haven't eaten just... seems like a bad idea."
When he suggests going to, of all places, Costco to look for clothes, it's been an hour, and I still haven't had breakfast, I'm disappointed that my folks didn't really put any thought into my birthday, I've been bickering with my Dad about our differences in clothing taste, not to mention that I'm starting to feel kind of out of shape and old.
"Listen, Dad," I finally say, "shopping for clothing when I haven't eaten just... seems like a bad idea."
Saturday, June 27, 2009
6/26/09 - celebrating a life
The DJ at the bar Katie has taken me to for my birthday plays mash-ups of Michael Jackson and, apparently, whatever else he can lay his hands to at that particular moment. We sit in a curtained booth that Katie's pull at her job has gotten for us and we cuddle and crack jokes about pedophilia and dance like assholes to Li'l Wayne tunes until the bouncers that have a sightline into our cloister laugh at us.
Earlier, we had gone to get massages at a place Katie found out about online, and it was incredibly relaxing. The woman doing my massage was kind enough not to notice the half-erection I got as she rubbed down my shoulders, because, really, it wasn't that kind of place.
Earlier, we had gone to get massages at a place Katie found out about online, and it was incredibly relaxing. The woman doing my massage was kind enough not to notice the half-erection I got as she rubbed down my shoulders, because, really, it wasn't that kind of place.
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