This goofy white kid answering the below description showed up at my door this afternoon, only this time he was carrying a red-tipped cane, claimed to be blind, and was selling subscriptions to the New Yorker magazine. I immediately sensed that something was wrong with this picture -- I mean, if he had been selling subscriptions to Cosmo or Better Homes and Gardens it might have seemed slightly more realistic, but the effete, ineffably refined NEW YORKER magazine? Well I mean to say.
Suspecting that the kid wasn't really blind, I said "OK, yeah, sign me up", then I tossed a dinner plate at his head. Sure enough he put up his hands with lightning speed and caught it just before it smashed into his medulla oblongata.
"Well hello bright eyes!" I said, waiting to see what his reaction would be.
He took off his dark glasses and broke down in tears, bawling that his father didn't love him and that he had just got off of the psych unit at HUP, where he had been eating mashed bananas with a plastic spoon for three weeks after freaking out on meth while preparing for his midterms at Penn. At that point something struck me very weird, and I remembered that this was just a rerun from the second season of "Hack."
Ross Bender
In a message dated 2/13/2005 8:56:39 PM Eastern Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
He also just showed up (10 minutes ago) at 1000 block of S. 47th, saying he |
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