If a stuck bus can say it, so can I.
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely settled - but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
I wore a costume to work once on Halloween.
I went as a doctor – I had on ER scrubs, the green kind, and a toy stethoscope. At this time in my life, I had long hair, a soul patch, and mutton chop side burns. In short, you probably wouldn’t have let me operate a vending machine, let alone on a human being.
I got off the subway at Union Square and a woman grabbed my arm.
"Thank goodness!" she said. "The man, over there! He got hit by a car, doctor."
It took me a second to realize what the deal was.
"Oh, sorry. I’m not a doctor. It’s Halloween," I said, as if that would make it all OK.
She looked at me like I was a crazy. Then confused. Then ran off for real help.
I can only assume she is telling her version of the story, too.
I guess I always believed that as long as Lou Reed was around there was a chance the old New York might still come back.
The New York that was for nobodies.
1976 | MIKEY AND NICKY | Elaine May
This movie made me feel like I had a hangover. An I mean that in the best possible way.
— Jack Kerouac, “The Dharma Bums”