Wednesday

Your sanity is like your virginity. No. Your sanity is your virginity.

Tuesday

I'd go insane if it wasn't so embarrassing.


Just sweet.

Monday

What if they forced you to sit there and type up every single memory you can think of from your entire life? Eventually you'd reach the present time, and you'd just be typing this: I was typing. I was typing. I was typing. Now I'm typing. I'm typing. I'm typing.
. . . he's just glad to meet anybody who doesn't make fun of his hair - well - it ain't me! I'll name every species of bird his hair reminds me of.

Saturday

and jump in a pick-up soccer game and make spectacular fake outs and freak outs and score goals and steal the ball and intercept the ball because I been here two years and I got no friends in this shitty city and I barely had any in the place I came from - but it all comes out - it comes out with tears as I hop up and down on the sideline cryin a little trying to warm up and all the despair and all the isolation and just the pure love of the game of soccer and the longing for it and the energy in the air - all mixed together in my gut and my brain - and I'm in a pair of jeans and sneakers and I'm stretching touching my toes hopping and then somebody finally shouts "Hey! You want to play??" because he's got no wind left and they need a fresh guy any guy with fresh legs and lungs and I nod and I run out there and then I explode, steal the ball and haul ass with it and everything is pure glory and speed and agility and skill and physics and geometry and touch and precision - when you are running as fast as you can and you have to slow down mentally and apply just the right amount of boop to the ball so it doesn't get away from you though you are going as fast as you can plotting your course, looking for an open man or an open path and you find it - and for an hour or so I'm out there and they love me - - and I play until it feels like my heart will explode - the body's not in shape but the body will take any order the crazed ball crazed brain will give it and I go and go until it feels like my lungs will blaze out and it feels like I will blow my intestines completely out of my ass and then I lay down on my back and "Great session, man!" and "See you out here next week man!" and I walk away to the subway alone.

Thursday

With all the infinity out there, isn’t it possible that for the trillionth time, a man
pondered the fact that he could meet an exact copy of himself on the internet who for the trillionth time,
pondered the fact that he could meet an exact copy of himself on the internet who for the trillionth time,
pondered the fact that he could meet an exact copy of himself on the internet

Friday

How many people have you met? How many people have you spoken to? How many people have you looked at? How many people have you been in the same room with? In your whole life, I mean.
Only a cop would stop at a green light.
A guy hopped up and down, waving frantically on the sidewalk for the bus to stop. He is spectacular. He looks spectacular – he’s a painter - not art - commercial - but he looks spectacular because his overalls are splashed with paint from his shins to his chest – all in one big splat – a four foot diameter paint burst hit him – it was today, too, because it was on his face, too – all painters got paint all over themselves, day to day they wear their painting clothes with paint all over, but this just happened to this guy today – you can tell. It looked like a paint can exploded right in front of him. It looked like a paint can fell thirty floors and hit the sidewalk and exploded right in front of him.
I saw an old guy in a window as soon as I stepped over the hill on Cherry Lane. I saw him through his window at the retirement community. He was up, and he was headed across his room. It’s about an eighth of a mile from the top of the hill on Cherry Lane to 198, and I watched the guy as I walked that whole distance. He appeared to be watching me too. As I reached 198, an eighth of a mile away, he reached his fridge or whatever across his room.