wow. thank you.
Archive for January, 2002
every time i write something i think is good, i’m deathly afraid to write another thing for fear it will pale in comparison.
“know why i want to marry someone who drinks coffee?” kelly said as she sat down near the end of the bar.
i was waiting for the bartender to make the drinks i had ordered for one of my tables. “because you drink coffee?” i said, fishing limes out of the bin with a plastic sword. “because you drink coffee a lot and if he drinks coffee and you drink coffee and you kiss, the dual coffee breaths will cancel each other out? like how if two people eat sandwiches with onions and then they kiss, the oniony taste isn’t a problem? like how two smokers kissing isn’t like licking an ashtray?”
“no!” she said. “because i want him to make it for me!”
“oh.” i dropped the lime-sword into the gin. “that’s much less interesting.”
so, what do you think? think it’s too similar? i do.
the trash in the alley today consists of a pile of dead branches, a mop, a stack of blankets, a potted plant, a victoria’s secret catalog, two rusty paint cans, a towel, a plastic bag full of something brown, and a large roll of bubble wrap.
