small black man brags about his apartment in Manhattan, his singing ability, his intelligence, his sexual prowess; a lot of his, too much is his; the rest of us are doomed.
a patient’s word is never good enough. you tell the nurse your pants are too big and she asks to see the tags.
a guy’s missing an arm and a leg; thanks Jesus he’s not paralyzed.
thinking about the small church on Bleecker Street; claiming to be Christian, conservative. the words Christian and conservative are two world’s apart; after all, Jesus was a socialist; just ask the baker.
