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Last night M. and I decided to slum it and spend the night at the mall (Bev Center), eating at the Hard Rock Café afterwards. Sometimes we get caught up in the "planning the evening" part since we both sadly have a taste for much higher living than either of us can afford, so we just decided to opt for the cheesiest most devoid-of-imagination night possible, and had fun. Go figure.
Then a surreal thing happened: last night at about 2:30 I was awakened by the loud noise of someone walking. Since I live right off the street on the second (and top) floor of my building (if I stepped out of my bedroom window I would land on the sidewalk) I hear everything that goes on out there, from cat fights to cars trying to pull into tiny spaces to Joey Lauren Adams skinny-ass with her squeaky annoying voice deciding out loud whether to drive her Explorer or her yellow Camaro (she lives across the street from me). So last night I looked out the window and saw a girl about my age, well dressed walking down the middle of the street. I think I heard a guy say "fuck you" and walk ahead of her, but Im not sure. She sat down in the middle of the street right outside my window, put her head to her knees, and began weeping. I was transfixed, instantly awake. She wept openly for about 5 minutes, then got up and walked on down the street. I ran to the living room and watched as she rejoined a male figure farther down the street. It was incredibly sad, watching her cry, alone, in the middle of the street. In the dark.
Ive been accused of revealing very little about myself, trying instead to amuse with meaningless bullshit. OK, fine. Here are 21 things you probably didnt want to know about me but were compelled to read because of understandable curiosity with regards to my charismatic yet enigmatic persona:
Sorry you asked, huh?
The Larry King Happy
With so much drama in the LBC its kind of hard being L-A-R-R-Y. But Larry, somehow, some way keeps comin up with funky ass shit like every single day. So what you wanna do, sheeeit. Larrys got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too speaking of which, Tommy Degrasso and I used to sneak away from Hebrew school and take the good ol R train out to Coney Island and come home with a pocket full of marbles or penny candy. I wonder where that scamp Tommy Degrasso is today