Here's how it started. I was at Veniero's with some female friends. We were bemoaning the difficulty of finding good single people in Manhattan.
"Why is it so hard?" they asked. "Where are they?"
"I don't know, but I know they're out there."
September 2003
Archived Entries from this Month
The Autumn Party
September 28th, 2003Muoi
September 21st, 2003Dear Mr. Nguyen,
I wish I could have met you. From what Kim has told me, you sounded like a truly impressive and honorable man.
Did you see your family at your funeral this weekend? So many people were crying. They love you so much.
Checking Out the Girls
September 14th, 2003We lean against the bar and look out at the lounge. Pulsating trance beats the walls; pulsating lights beat our eyes. I pour my Jack & Coke down my throat and feel it burn my pores. It's strong. I smile.
Dimly lit faces pass us by. Someone flashes a grin and does a double take at my friend. I don't blame him. My friend is wearing a pretty low-cut, tight outfit tonight.
America, Oh America
September 7th, 2003"They read Stupid White Men and think that's how all Americans are. You know that book, right? The one by Michael Moore."
"Yea."
"They think we all are gun-crazy and violent. That our media glorifies violence and aggression. And that we're all money-hungry capitalists who drive big gas-guzzling cars and eat fast food."
