N. 28 Pizza from Napoli @ Carmine & Bleeker for father’s day. Get the Pere; it’s pears, gorgonzola and walnuts!
Le Book: connection @ The Puck Building
Cough it Up
Scene. EXT. Steak House business meeting. Day.
Patrick and his associate and close companion ROBBIE, sit outside at a steakhouse on their lunch-break. Everyone is wearing business suits; discussing company gossip, work, etc. Robbie is Italian, a little chubby with gelled black hair, laughing like a pig.
ROBBIE
So we’ve got CEO James Carroll, you know, top-notch, multi-million dollar oil exec, on the hot seat.
INT. Court Room. Night.
JAMES CARROL is on the witness stand being sworn in. He’s an older gentleman, white hair, tanned and dressed chicly.
INT. Steak House. Day.
Patrick is playing with his salad.
ROBBIE (contd.)
And I’m flipping through some notes when I notice that the witness is wearing the most aggressive pink tie I’ve ever seen.
Robbie starts laughing. Patrick is contemplating something and doesn’t seem the least bit enthused by Robbie’s banter.
ROBBIE (contd.)
So I’m cross-examining Carroll, and he’s a tuff cookie, let me tell you…
INT. Court Room. Night.
JAMES CARROLL
(Condescending)
No, there weren’t any subsidiary funds removed from the companies’ statement, in fact, I filed for bankruptcy just last month.
FREEZE FRAME on Robbie’s face.
ROBBIE (v.o.)
That’s when I saw the light. There was this reflection; it’d been bothering me during the whole preceding. So I turn around…
FREEZE FRAME on James Carroll’s girlfriend.
ROBBIE (v.o. contd.)
… and Carroll’s girl is wearing the million-dollar necklace J. Lo exclusively wore on the red carpet. Now you know me, I’m no fag, but the Oscars were on and Martha, well you know, she forced me to watch it.
INT. Robbie’s House. Night.
MARTHA and ROBBIE watching the Oscars. Robbie is eating POPCORN and is glued to the screen.
ROBBIE
(Pointing excitedly)
Look! It’s Meryl Streep!
Martha is watching Robbie, almost laughing.
INT. Steak House. Day.
Robbie has caught Patrick’s attention.
ROBBIE
We bagged the guy.
Robbie points at his head.
ROBBIE (contd.)
Fuckin’ genius.
@ 60 Centre Street
@ Dior with Sean and Gaby
@ Ze Cafe with mom. She’s so beautiful.
nausea
The half moons that cradle starry eyes
clouds my daily rituals, it is the nausea,
the thoughts that fill my eyelids like toothpicks
enabling them to seep below the horizon onto
that Italian Villa when I was fifteen and inexperienced
like fiore de mare on the cusp of its sunrise
upon a new day, or the first time I ate cheesecake,
the way I melted like ice cream when kids eat too slow.
Niente, no sleep till the nasuea subsides,
only tossed-paper thoughts lodged
in the dispenser bin that is my mind,
filled with late notices, regretted,
worn pictures, what’re their names?
The day breaks, the alarm rouses
and I am a dark fog, ubiquitous.
Morrissey
