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Goomba is Italian slang for friend, and I’m a good one, and stay one, no matter what you do. “Oh, so they dug up heads in your backyard? Hmm, are you in jail? Can I bring you anything?” “I just … Continue reading
Self-care can be a real pain in the ass, no pun intended. I’ve been due for a colonoscopy, since the last one I had was 12 years ago, and being health conscious decided, let’s get it, or me rather, off … Continue reading
A man in the park lifting his Siberian Husky, refusing to leave, basking in the sunshine like a sheep on strike. A cardinal coming in for a landing on a fencepost right in front of me as if to say, … Continue reading
I was raised Catholic, though running for my life, my mother using God like a machete to scare me half to death, certainly a bad rap for the great creator. My God as of late is more casual, in a … Continue reading
Perched on a bench in the park, in passive observation, to quote Pete Hamill, like I’m watching a parade pass by. Everyone seems to be out, enjoying the warmer climes. Couples, young and old, hold hands while fathers push strollers … Continue reading
An explosion of mini massage parlors have sprung up like daisies all over the Upper Eastside. It feels like a syndicate, just with hot oil and towels. I decide to go to one to check prices. It’s very Azuma decorated … Continue reading
It’s early, I’m walking, too tired from working a long day to run, the crisp air smacking me awake, when up ahead I see, what to my strained eyes, looks like a midget (yeah I know that’s politically incorrect but … Continue reading