Me & James F. 2

October 19th, 2013, 3pm

It was 17.2°C with scattered clouds. The breeze was light.

Two. (Kermit & Miss Piggy) There’s a couple in the corner with cold hot dogs and they are listening to James F. scream at the cook to get on the floor and they both have this blank look and I know somewhere in their minds there’s a neuron firing that recognizes James F.’s voice.

And after we leave and they give their statements to the police and the papers and they call their friends and become mini-celebrities —real New Yorkers now— they’ll go to sleep and they’ll have a crazy dream that James F. is their landlord or cousin or something and that same little neuron will be clicking away, Morse code for anyone who’s listening.

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