Posts tagged ‘leica’
it is. sometimes. once in a while. not really. you’re naive. have you been to the city recently? it could be if i had more money. if i was taller. if i had a bigger apartment. a dog would be nice. i came here about fifteen years ago. i was supposed to be here for a few years. now i can’t leave. too many, you know, things i have here. rent. friends. it’s not that i can just get up and just go. next time around, i’ll go to med school.
oh my fuck ing god. that jenny is one god damn whore putting her tongue all over greg like that. my mom was always right about her. she never had any class. that whole family had no class, thinking they’re better than us because the siblings went to summer day camp at camp laurel. but i know that the only way that family came into any money was from that old shriveled up guy her mom was giving it to every weekend on the second floor of abc home on broadway. i should go pour some of this coffee on her face. i’m not some kind of mean bitch, but she started telling everyone, i mean everyone, that i picked up the clap from that puerto rican kid that started at stuy last month.
sometimes when i’m working, i think i’m that piano riff in a sentimental mood by coltrane. that’ll get me going and then of course i’ll have to follow that with killer joe by benny golson, you know that live track on terminal one. i’ll be snapping my fingers like i’m a true to life jet. and then when my turn comes for the piano solo, i’ll do my thing with just one hand. i’ll let the other hand do whatever the hell it wants.
















