today’s adventure took me, somewhat unwillingly, to Greenpoint Avenue near the LIE and the Queens Midtown Expressway. it is a spot i know very well, having passed through it most times when I go to Calvary, which is across the street. but the weather seemed rude as i walked over there, and i thought i might wait for another day to make this trip. but i persevered, for reasons of urgency, perhaps artificial urgency, but urgency nonetheless. the thing is that with the first of the year i’ve had a hunch that Verizon will route out all the payphones they possibly can. and, true to my suspicion, 2 phones near where i live disappeared this week, and another one lost its dial tone. the phone i chased today is in a no mans land kind of spot, a place that feels like the end of the road, even though it isn’t really, though it might as well be for ost people that pass through here, because this is where most folks turn and get on the LIE and get the hell outta Dodge.

so i have more fear about this payphone’s removal than most others, because it just seems like such an unprofitable location. today i imagined that i was the only custoer keepig this payphone in business, feeding it coins just for fuck’s sake but also making the long, long call that i had to make to see if the phone was suitable for this project. i sure hope it will be. see, this is what life is like when you rely on payphones for any goddam thing. perpetual uncertainty and running. Running.

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aha. or, rather, mmmmmmmm. this keyboard has issues with the letter M, but i think i understand now the wants and needs of the letter M. i mean, if the M doesn’t work then i can’t talk about me, can i?

i had been trying to type the above paragraphs as a lipogram, sans M, but that was too annoying and pointless.

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sitting at the big beer hall again, seeking anonymity in the comfort of unknown strangers.

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tonight i got aftershave in my eye, my left eye, after i shaved.

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now that i got the M key to work i got nothing to say. waaah… correction: mwaaaaaaah…

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talking out loud to myself. talking alone at the beer hall. the triumph of my days.