The following first appeared on Facebook, Wednesday, July 27, 2011, 6:57am.
the therapist was right.
the therapist was right.
in any case, as i was throwing away a dossier of notes, jottings, papers, correspondence, etc. from about a decade ago, i came across an envelope filled with fragments that were intended for but never made it online. let's listen in to this younger self:
"The Tile Bar is actually called WCOU Radio, and it still sort of sucks."
written inside an empty matchbook from Circa Tabac, 32 Watts Street: "'The wound is healed only by the sword that smote you.'"
"St. Nick's Pub -- St. Nick & 147 (Sugar Hill beer?) Did I pay for the cab?"
in an increasingly illegible hand: "days go by days go by days go by days go by days go by days go by"
were these fragments and many others wrapped up in an envelope that also contained a plastic shopping bag from gourmet garage? yes, they were.
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