Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Why I Miss The 70's
Like Brittany Spear's vulva, her wallet stuck out and begged to be taken.
I leaned over and said, "Miss, your wallet is going to be stolen."
She gave me that arrogant thank-fuck you of all those who moved here more than six years ago, but not before it was safe enough to walk down the street without getting your ass kicked in. 1996? 97?
I sat there and rued the day Florence caught me stealing, had me return the penny gum to the newspaper-candy store on Delancey, apologize to the owner and then made me promise never to steal again.
