6 nov. 2005

There was one person I met in New York, however, who was pretty much a total asshole. It wasn't a cab driver or a waiter. Everyone was unfailingly nice--except for this one particular guy, a poet.

8 comentarios:

Stuart Greenhouse dijo...

Oh yeah, I know that guy.

Behrle, Prince of Trolls dijo...

Hey Sorry Man, I was in a really bad mood all weekend.

xxxjimmy

Jonathan dijo...

The a-hole I met was not Jim. In fact, I didn't meet Jim at all.

Behrle, Prince of Trolls dijo...

I was in disguise as the asshole.

Ha ha.

I do that, I'm wacky.

xxxjimmy

verification word: wuhmr

Jonathan dijo...

From the conjectures I'm getting backchannel, there's apparently more than one a-hole poet in NYC.

love phillip dijo...

Those crazy kids. I keep telling them to be nice to strange people and to accept any candy offered to them, but they never listen.

Sigh.

Allen dijo...

christ, name the person. we're talking aesthethics. this is important.

Stephen Baraban dijo...

Or else, is there a sculptor in the house? To create a monumental tribute to The Unknown Asshole.