I’m running late to work, as always, and I’m dodging sleepwalkers all the way down the passage from the 7 train to the V/F train. I run down the stairs, see the F and jump in. My triumph and heavy breathing turn to embarrassment when I notice that the train is not moving. I makeContinue reading “The helpful murderer”
Category Archives: Misanthropy
My enemy on the bridge
I walk across the Polaski bridge every morning to get to the 7 Train in Long Island City. After a few months of living in Greenpoint I discovered that this short walk took me about as long as it would for me to take the G Train to Queens and transfer there, and it hadContinue reading “My enemy on the bridge”
Good fences…
Of course hating neighbors is not exclusive to New York, but unlike, say, Montana or Vermont, we have to share small crummy old buildings with ours. And chances are that the neighbors you do have out in the boondocks don’t play in an “experimental” band. And if you do have neighbors who make loud, unstructuredContinue reading “Good fences…”