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the big dogs of cortelyou road
[in your best don lafontaine voice]
In a world long forgotten. In an age of darkness. . .
One man took a stand to stop a war that should have ended long ago.
Get ready for action. Prepare for excitement. And hold on for the ride of your life.
The Big Dogs of Cortelyou Road.
Starring John Goodman.
give it a squeeze
We Interrupt Your Normally Scheduled Programming
They had prepared a feast with unwrapped candy bars, sliced hot dogs, and mounds of some sort of pasta dish that looked like a cross between Kraft Mac N’ Cheese and cooked oatmeal. I wasn’t really that hungry but I didn’t want to offend my hosts by refusing the paper plate they had pushed in front of me with their noses. I quickly picked up one of the candy bars and put it in my mouth, chewing as fast as I could. It tasted like an old snickers bar, the chocolate a bit too crunchy and the bits of nougat and peanuts sticking to the roof my mouth as though they had been dipped in rubber cement.
The Dog of Glenwood Road
whose life are you living
I have recently submitted a proposal to the new board of directors. It took a few months to formulate but I had to make sure all the data was correct. Last time, she asked all sorts of questions that I didn’t have the answer to. So this time I went back and double checked and even triple checked the interviews, and had practice conversations with a counselor on the upper West Side that didn’t even take my medical insurance. That’s how serious I was to get this right. And I can now say with more certainty than I did last time that I’m really ready to move forward with my next decision. I hope that this decision will have the right affect on future decisions, which in turn will cause, spontaneously I might add, other opportunities for decision making and ultimately the end goal of cooperative and dynamic interaction..
the last time something remotely large and wonderful came out of my ear was back in my junior year of high school. i was driving in my car at about sixty or seventy miles an hour and all of a sudden it felt as though someone threw a piece of stepped on carpet in my left ear. i quickly reached into my ear with my index and thumb and pulled out something that looked a lot like flattened li hing mui. for those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s salty dried plum, also referred to in my hometown of Hawaii as “crack seed,” and mind you this name was given prior to any crack epidemic. i held it in my fingers for a while, amazed and shocked by its size, and questioned how the hell it existed in my ear canal all this time even though i often cleaned my ears with a q-tip. where the hell did it come from? in complete denial i threw it out the window, not knowing that that would be the last time anything that spectacular would come out of my ear. if i knew then what i knew now, i would definitely have kept it in a jar or at least an envelope. this whole fascination must be somehow related to our evolution, because there’s something beyond mere satisfaction or curiosity of taking a huge piece of ear wax or gunk out of your ear. one time, when i was living in kosovo, i didn’t have q-tips for like two weeks. my ears were itchy and i could feel the gunk building up. when we went to the store, i opened up the q-tips, or whatever knockoff brand they had, and began cleaning my ears behind the aisles as my wife pretended not to know me. even though it took 4 q-tips to clean my ears, i was hoping for that once in a life time large chunk, like when you stick your spoon deep in peanut butter and pull it out.