Color My Missives

They say that success is one part skill, one part luck. Some mornings I wake up thinking about the light that comes through the windows. And evenings when I wake up from a nap on the office floor, I think about both what they say, and what I see.

At the Everest Diner they figured, ‘why not?’ Greek diner in Chinatown. Greek dudes make the wraps, Chinese women serve up the plates. Fuck it.

Conspiracy theories abound in the pizza spot. Diebold voting machines and Hilary in ‘08.
These brothers needed a relax, and we’re talking about thousand dollar sushi dinners and Jeb Bush. Name recognition. Yet another remix of ‘missing’ by everything but the girl plays on the radio. Shag tobacco is being rolled, ‘and if you think about […]