Game On

I emailed Ron the moment I heard. “The MJ jury’s gone home for the night. Game on.” Rivulettes of sweat were running down my spine by the time I got to my apartment. Mike and Chris were waiting on the stoop, styrofoam cooler in hand. “The cooler went over well at The Yale Club,” Mike…

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2 Do

The further downtown I go, the more anxious I become. I’m on the 2/3. I’m listening to my iPod while reading my essay. I am imagining the sound of my voice over the sound of The Who’s “Eminence Front.” I am practicing emphatic pauses. And the further downtown I go, the more anxious I become.…

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