It’s a lovely spring day in Mahattan. I’m spending the day at the hotel attending various mandatory workshops and meeting with the housing specialist so I thought I’d make a trip to the grocery on 42nd Street for some hummus and pita. It’s a perfect morning, misty about ten feet above the ground and just warm enough to walk briskly with your coat open and the air cool, swirling around inside your shirt.
Apparently, a bunch of people got bounced for using crack. That means there will be room for my friend, Feral, when he gets to town. Hurry, Feral, hurry.
Someone please remind me to bring plastic knives and forks from Tim’s.