Friday, December 01, 2006
Rain, rain, rain, rain
There is a giant, dark gray rat on the corner of Madison Avenue and 26th St. I thought it was real but then realized it was 8 feet tall and wearing a Charlie Brown suit. Gray today in Manhattan like old people hair that is wet. What if you couldn't talk when you smoked? There are three dudes with cheap cigarettes and I want to walk over ask what time it is and wait for the giant rat to chomp on them and then quietly walk back over to where it is.
I saw a homeless guy playing "Nobody Beats the Biz" on tuba this morning.
Finished a good chunk of a new storrrry I never finished in Austin called "Yellow Pen" and I don't think its boring. I want the rat to read it.
