the first question they asked me was whether i was jewish. i said yes and no. my father was jewish. the follow up question, “what about your mother?” i say, “she’s catholic.” and then one of then gives me that better-luck-next-time kind of shrug.
especially when you have superpowers.
i know billy, but it is beyond the question of good and evil
then what is it?
it’s about the quota. we have to fulfill our quota.
but why me? why not little jane?
that’s just the way it is. we all have to make a sacrifice. this is yours.
now go fuck yourself, asshole.
and you should see me in lace pretty boy.
midtown, on 7th avenue.