Sunday of Sadness
Lorimer street, Greenpoint Brooklyn, 1-9-05, 9:33 pm
Woman: For Christ's sake, lift it higher-- you're gettin' needles all over the hallway!
Man: I wasn't the one who wanted a goddamned bushy one.
Woman: Just shut it Paul and leave it on the goddamned curb.
And with that, the man named Paul dragged the fir bodies to the curb, where they joined the heap of other Christmas trees mauled by ruthless children, rendering them mere mementos of yet another already forgotten holiday... as well as welcomed canine pit stops.
4 Comments:
Mitchiness,
Over in my comments, anonymously says that you are the end of civilization and my linking to you is participating in a death wish. Say it ain't so!
What a meanie that anonymy guy is! I'll bet in person he's a 'lil lamb.
All anonymous people are mean. It's like an interweb rule or something.
I traditionally try to keep my tree until Valentine's Day, at which point I drag it outside my lover's apartment and set it on fire on the street as a symbol of my burning desire. Co-incidentally, I'm usually single by Feb. 15.
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