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Clouds over Crown Fried Chicken
Marcy & Myrtle aves.
Brooklyn
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I would have hated this as a kid
and walnuts. In the background: scrambled eggs with dill, mushrooms &
ramps.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
no pinball in coney island
I was looking in my drafts folder in my email and found a draft with the above title from June of 2008. I opened it expecting it to be an email to a guy I dated briefly back then, but instead found this poem that I apparently wrote in some sort of emo "can't find what I'm looking for" state of mind.
they don't have pinball in coney island
there are machines with claws to grab at stuff
like elmos or lucky bears
there is skee ball
and around a corner two air hockey tables
$1 per game
for the air and pucks
there is a revolution
dance dance revolution
in the zone
dance off
wheel of fortune hits 500 and spews tickets from its
ticket slit
they don't have pinball in coney island
just lots of big ass video games
and cotton candy
and sand
they don't have pinball in coney island
there are machines with claws to grab at stuff
like elmos or lucky bears
there is skee ball
and around a corner two air hockey tables
$1 per game
for the air and pucks
there is a revolution
dance dance revolution
in the zone
dance off
wheel of fortune hits 500 and spews tickets from its
ticket slit
they don't have pinball in coney island
just lots of big ass video games
and cotton candy
and sand
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
Gurgle ? - 4/10/2010
A very sad day. Riff's turtle, who he's had for 21 years, passed away today. Turtle (as we called him,) was full grown when Riff got him so it's impossible to tell how old he really was. Needless to say, he was well cared for by Riff, who often treated him to strawberries, tomatoes, and grapes topped with turtle's favorite worm-flavored protein sprinkles, provided heated rocks to sit on and warm bulbs to bask under.
He was a good turtle and will be missed.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Melt
What is the definition of irony? I've heard that most people use the word incorrectly. They say that something is ironic when in fact, it is just coincidental. So tell, me, internets, is this irony or coincidence:
Today the restaurant Melt started following me on twitter. Melt is the restaurant where my ex-boyfriend took his soon-to-be new girlfriend for dinner when I was out of town for work. We were living together and I was starting to get suspicious that something was going on. I found the receipt from the restaurant in the trash. He admitted that he had gone there, but stuck to his story that he had also gone to the movies by himself. It was a stupid story and obviously a lie. The time stamped on the receipt was the time he had told me he'd been in the movie theater, and the bill was obviously for more than one person. Plus, he had used his personal bank account, instead of our joint account. Duh. I was absolutely devastated by the lie, simply because I knew it was a lie, lying there between us. He forced his way into the bathroom, where I sat on the floor, crying. He told me to look at him. He implored me to believe him. "Melissa, it's me," he said. As though my love for him could make two plus two into five. When he went out of town, I went to the bar where she worked and did some reconnaissance. It came out that they had gone to Melt together. She didn't know that he had a girlfriend, much less that we lived together. The lie was confirmed. I confronted him a week later. We decided to break up.
In a way, although the problems started much earlier, the receipt from Melt was the catalyst that began our breakup. It became a symbol for me of his betrayal. So today, March 15, on his birthday, I got an email to let me know that the restaurant is following me on twitter. I'm supposed to go out to dinner with him and a few of his friends tonight. Our break up is so far away. I've forgiven him and hardly think of the bad ending to our otherwise great five years together. But for some reason, seeing the name of that place brought tears to my eyes. It's just a restaurant - just a symbol - but why today? Irony? Coincidence?
Today the restaurant Melt started following me on twitter. Melt is the restaurant where my ex-boyfriend took his soon-to-be new girlfriend for dinner when I was out of town for work. We were living together and I was starting to get suspicious that something was going on. I found the receipt from the restaurant in the trash. He admitted that he had gone there, but stuck to his story that he had also gone to the movies by himself. It was a stupid story and obviously a lie. The time stamped on the receipt was the time he had told me he'd been in the movie theater, and the bill was obviously for more than one person. Plus, he had used his personal bank account, instead of our joint account. Duh. I was absolutely devastated by the lie, simply because I knew it was a lie, lying there between us. He forced his way into the bathroom, where I sat on the floor, crying. He told me to look at him. He implored me to believe him. "Melissa, it's me," he said. As though my love for him could make two plus two into five. When he went out of town, I went to the bar where she worked and did some reconnaissance. It came out that they had gone to Melt together. She didn't know that he had a girlfriend, much less that we lived together. The lie was confirmed. I confronted him a week later. We decided to break up.
In a way, although the problems started much earlier, the receipt from Melt was the catalyst that began our breakup. It became a symbol for me of his betrayal. So today, March 15, on his birthday, I got an email to let me know that the restaurant is following me on twitter. I'm supposed to go out to dinner with him and a few of his friends tonight. Our break up is so far away. I've forgiven him and hardly think of the bad ending to our otherwise great five years together. But for some reason, seeing the name of that place brought tears to my eyes. It's just a restaurant - just a symbol - but why today? Irony? Coincidence?
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