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May 9, 2005
Remember
when it was Saturday and I felt it worth to say I was still going “strong” (again, as in ‘unstoppable,’ not as in ‘forcefully’ [nor ‘forcibly’])? Yeah. Those were the days. Those were the Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and now today is a quarter done with itself, ever sleepless, Monday.
I wrote (i.e. jotted) at the bar—as cheesy and lame as I perceive the practice (my drafting of “Pick-up Artist” in a Greenwich Village tavern and easy subsequent publication in the Denver Quarterly notwithstanding). I’ll post quickly and separately (as they contain no [nor inspire a] narrative), and a-chronologically (as they presented themselves, those rascally seedy children).Hold on…
Posted by peligrito at May 9, 2005 4:16 AM
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