Archive for September 2, 2004

I woke to the dulcet tones of Dick Cheyney and The Booing Republicans on the clock radio this morning. What a buncha’ jerks. I walked to work down a near-silent Ninth Avenue, the traffic choked to a trickle by orange cones and fresh-from-the-academy cops. I was stopped cold on 45th Street by a phalanx of…

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