Bleeding Edge

each grade level would be regarded as a different kind of mental condition and managed accordingly. A loony bin with homework, basically.

“You remember those twin statues of the Buddha that I told you about? Carved out of a mountain in Afghanistan, that got dynamited by the Taliban back in the spring? Notice anything familiar?” “Twin Buddhas, twin towers, interesting coincidence, so what.” “The Trade Center towers were religious too. They stood for what this country worships above ev

Justin

Dwayne Z. (“Dizzy”) Cubitts,

“You’re on. Gotta warn you, though, I’m not much into shopping for recreation.” Cornelia puzzled, “But you . . . you are Jewish?” “Oh, sure.” “Practicing?” “Nah, I know how to do it pretty good by now.”

Maxine Tarnow,

Whatever the story of the moment happens to be, Princess Heidrophobia is always the lead babe while Lady Maxipad is the fastmouthed soubrette, the heavy lifter, the practical elf who comes while the Princess is sleeping or, more typically, distracted, and gets the real work of the princessipality done.

“Ha! Forget it. Central Park itself isn’t safe, these men of vision, they dream about CPW to Fifth Avenue solid with gracious residences. Meantime the Newspaper of Record goes around in a little pleated skirt shaking pompoms, leaping in the air with an idiot grin if so much as a cement mixer passes by. The only way to live here is not to get attach

Otis