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The jams and food 2002-09-24 10:56 a.m. I don’t have cavities. I have songs. I have ice cream. I don’t get into things like fate and destiny and serendipity, or at least I try not to chalk things up as fate. But, y’all, it can only be fate that I have no cavities. I needed that root canal money for really special stuff. I’m going to Texas this spring. Rock it. Austin. Kick it out.glug glug glug 2002-09-20 4:04 p.m. I'm going to see Carmen on the common in a funny hat. Say hi to me if you're there!!!!!! I might even let you sip my flask.Pitter Patter 2002-09-20 12:53 p.m. I am out in Greenwich village on a blustery, clear December night. I am smoking. I am a spindly turret, my silhouette barely visible against a sky so dark and in contrast to the thin yet curvy creamed smoke. And then I am on the street. 7th Ave. Feeling clear headed and dazed simultaneously. In a dream, maybe, but with far more sense of weight and physicality. I walk into a bar. The Garage; the name a bit misleading. Very classy inside. Perfect sized bar. Small enough to feel cozy, but large enough to disappear in. Red tablecloths and candles near the stage. A large bar and a small shelf that runs along the length of the window for elbow and beer resting. The jazz musicians, so intensely talented and classic that you could imagine the electricity of Birdland in its heyday, were only distracting if you want them to be. I order a pint and sit at the window. I don’t know why, because I was intending on watching the musicians. On the third pint, I begin to write feverously about the 5 dollar bill I just found. Waiting, I think, for that face.The ebb and flow of paperclips. I used to disburse them, now they pile up on my magnet and overflow. The one change I have perceived in this job.
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