December 2, 2010
by paolo.
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Three years ago, the first week (or second week) of November, a Monday: I got in way too early for work that day (mostly from not-coming-home) — early enough to catch men in toques being architects. They were building a …
August 13, 2010
by paolo.
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The lighting of a cigarette is an art. You can’t verbally instruct someone how to light a cigarette without showing them first — the feel of the cigarette between the lips, the feel of that first surge of black, black …
February 12, 2009
by paolo.
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Why’s a dentist like me tied up to a chair, getting beat up by bouncers who’ve seen more than their lifetime’s share of old-crotch-sweat-polished stripper poles in the backroom of the sleaziest strip club in town?
