B: Biography

GUY IN HOODIE WALKS INTO CAFE YELLING HIS MANIFESTO AS HE READS OFF HIS LAPTOP. Yikes. Was this really about to happen? In which direction should I dive? Within 10 seconds the staff cuts him off, and it seems like they’ve dealt with him before. At some point I hear, “I’d never hurt anyone, I just gotta say this.” Part of me wants to never go back t

Write an essay about the time I hand-stippled the front facade of Grand Central.

ON A DRIVE TODAY, toyed with the idea of getting an analog recorder; and speaking much of my day out loud into it. Imagine the practice I’d get of turning prose into thought in real-time? If you’re always turning through into rhythmic, rhyme, imagistic sentences, it’ll break through onto the page and into conversations.

Every object is accounted for: the Gemini security panel, the quadruple gumball machine, the oversized plant. These are some employee’s responsibility. Perhaps they have an emotional affection for these every day objects, while the storeowner hasn’t been in for months. The cashier had a friendly indifference towards me. I got my bagels, knishes, an

I’ve long wrote off McDonald’s as a fast food option, but someone confessed fan-hood recently, and on Easter Sunday there was nowhere else near the laundromat that had food and a bathroom. Everyone’s due a second-chance. Never again. It was like $20 for some bad breakfast sandwiches, and a hash-brown on the side that would be more appropriately dub

7:15 pm (Kind of funny that Garrett's car's clock is wrong) — Yehudis’s first Jeep ride, we’re debating if it’s worth rushing for flights. I don’t know what time it is, but I have a feeling it’s a crunch and she might join the after-party. Boarding is 8:10, and now it’s 7:53. We got to meet those Coptic Orthodoxians who overhead our non-traditional

“Nothing beats nature. There are no laws and I’m the king.” — My grandfather.

On line at the bagel store, I see a “tournament director” (as it says on the back of his shirt) making chit-chat with Lori Ann (as he called her). It was something like a track-and-field-coach—student-parent acquaintanceship. Sounded like they were talking about TV shows. I paradoxically saw this in both lights: as the power of local community, and