| Scratch that. As for an address to which one could send things to me, or expect to see on the back of an envelope sent from me to you, look to the following:
PauL
260 42nd Street 2nd Floor
Pittsburgh, PA 15201
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| Granada Madrid Paris London, New York, Pittsburgh -- no?
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| I decided I liked archiving my life better via the postal system.
3045 pyramid ave. apt f-3
pittsburgh pa 15227
Help me Out?
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| So, I was walking along E. Carson St. -- it was late, fireworks bursting above buildings and traffic-laden roads all around.
This fellow in a car yells "Glasses." at me.
His car stops a few feet ahead -- I catch up and ask him in the quiet words of the virgin mary to "come again."
Fellow responds, "you are wearing glasses, huh?"
fuck him
also, a man in a chevy tahoe asked me if he was on E. Carson St.
I said, "it looks to me like you're on it,"
to which he responded "you dropped something"
and he sped off as I glanced backward.
So -- i guess all i'm wondering is if we all have these stupid moments
that involve neanderthals driving by in their cars. 'Cause I thought
sapiens had taken over.
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| i wish money wasn't so important.
but it is.
radiohead soon.
regina now.
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