October 2009
2 posts
Poop Talk
Sometimes when I’m on the toilet I have some trouble pooping. Sometimes just a little nugget comes out when I’m expecting a log, and when I eventually give up, I look down and nothing’s there. Sometimes, such a time passes from the initial drop that I’m no longer sure if I pooped at all. But I know it’s behind that useless bend in the porcelain, waiting.
Sometimes...
I'm Prejudiced
For a while, I’ve been debating with myself the pros and cons of the two routes I can take to get home. They’re about the same distance but one takes you through the little carribean (nostrand) and the other takes you through jew town (kingston). I’m sort of paranoid walking down nostrand because sometimes there’s this black homeless guy who asks me to buy him baby formula...