Hiya folks! Welcome to Aquarium of the Bay, where the fun never ends. If you’re not convinced, look no further than my face!
It’s early October. I’ve been sharing Sally’s flat with her for two weeks since Anita left. Just Sally. And I. Sharing. Two weeks. I arrange to move out.
I stand here holding the key to my apartment. It’s jagged copper edge reminds me of a downward graph, like the Wall Street crisis. This is Brooklyn, though.
Oh, gentle gutter slumberer, You couldn’t get much humbler, With your blanket of dirt, Snug as a bug in a rug, All life’s needs in a trolley Whose tinny rattle spills percussion by day,