Wistful while you work


The folks reading my mind, riding the subway this morning, they were smiling – they must have had a good read. It was all there in my skull: humor, sex, violence, betrayal, repentence, benevolence - - maybe even a little gold dust. Sheeit. Maybe not. Maybe my hair was did just right.


I’d like two stamps, please, and the rudest, slowest service you can possibly manage.


Your credibility goes flopping out of your zipper sickening everyone.