Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Never got his name. He never offered it. He never even said a word. He just saw the camera and got into his stance, most likely inspired by the Yankee game on TV in every establishment along Avenue A.
Another time, I might have had more to say right now (more to type, that is), but my neck is absolutely killing me, and I'm tired and hungry and complain complain complain.
Maybe me writing less is best for all of us...
Posted by EMC at 22:44