4 am in Times Square pizzaria. I’m chasing plain slices with large drafts, catching a buzz beside stars…
“Fugetaboutit! It’s art… Play with your heart! …Play with your soul! …Play with your goddamn balls!”
Fist-bumps. Hacking laughter…
“Listen, Slim. My break’s over.”
Danny hugs his musician brother; then returns to toss a pile of dough.
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I like the souvenir–the best ones are always people–and people with NYC accents, beer and pizza really make for ones you can’t easily forget. Many congratulations on a well-deserved award, and glad you guys got to party together non-electonically.
Believe ME, I just KNOW the thrill of finally MEETING some of these blogger, especially the ones you work with in cyberly fashion.
Dus–your comment had me laughing so hard, I laid an egg…ends all commenting about which came FIRST! I got the EVIDENCE!
Nice 55, But HEY, I never DID like doughnuts with beer or booze–maybe that was an inside joke???
Adam, I would like to add a spoken word widget to my blog page for a few of my poems. Could you tell me which site you use to convert your recorded file to the html script needed to upload the widget?