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Cleaning Up


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i guess all those late night promises didn’t mean a thing.

whose life are you living


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whose life rufus mangrove

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..

avenue j


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avenue j

for the record, i have nothing against CPR.

Hustle Hard


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hustle hard rufus mangrove

same ol’ shit. just a different day.

#street #aroundtown



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flatbush erupts rufus mangrove

i’m not sure what these are.

Ear Wax


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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.

my other house is a yurt


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i live in a yurt rufus mangrove

i have to drive two and a half hours out of the city and live in a yurt in the middle of nowhere for a couple of days with no hot water just so i can get some fresh air without having to compete with the asshole that’s always yelling on my street. #whatcitydoyoulivein

i drive a zipcar now


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now i drive a zipcar rufus mangrove

back in high school, i drove a third-generation black chevrolet camaro IROC-Z with a 5.7 litre engine. that was when gas was still a dollar and i lived at home. i didn’t get any chicks with the car and that part kind of sucked but the car was solid. when i turned that thing on, birds flew out of the trees. when i was stopped at the red light, people were afraid to look over at me. and when i floored that thing, my head snapped back like i was on star trek or something.

but i sold that car before going to college because what was i going to do, ship that car to a small town in upstate new york? so when i’d come home for the summers, i’d shell out $1500 to buy a car just for the summer and sell it before going back. i had a rust colored chevrolet cavalier that first summer. then a faded blue ford taurus the second. and i can’t remember the third or fourth cars, but i know for certain that one of them was picked up by that kidney foundation that tows your car for free.

then in law school i leased a car because that was the sensible thing to do. so i leased a smart car at the time, a nissan altima. and then when i moved to the city i thought what the fuck am i going to do with a car? so now i take the subway and the bus or I just walk everywhere even when it’s cold as all hell and when i have to go somewhere else i rent a zipcar from the local target here in brooklyn. they have all sorts of smart cars with funny names. like their ford focus is called inertia. and their ford explorer is called elvis.

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You were working as a waitress at a cocktail bar


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answer me rufus mangrove

Don’t —
Don’t you want me?
You know I can’t believe it
When I hear that you won’t see me.
Don’t —
Don’t you want me?
You know I don’t believe you
When you say that you don’t need me.

It’s much too late to find
When you think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we will both beee so-rrrry . . .


Jam on It


Rufus Mangrove

Q train Brooklyn

three words to the whack: step yourself back.