— The rain, the drowsy morning feel in the West Village streets<\/p>\n
— Allison in her sleep mask<\/p>\n
— The French press, the smell of coffee, grey morning<\/p>\n
— an email from Keith <\/a>involving a desert island (where he and I have created a new civilization, apparently), him offering to row (“I’ll row”) while I read my high school journals to him. Or something along those lines. It made me laugh out loud. What?? You’ll row? While I read to you Diary Friday? It sounds like heaven.<\/p>\n — an email from Allison, raving on about a show about a satanic cult she saw after I left. We love shows about killers, evil teenagers, rampaging serial killers, and anything involving bloodshed, forensic evidence, and DNA results. Anyway, her email to me just now goes like this:<\/p>\n As soon as you left, i went to my cue of shows that saved last night and delightedly stumbled across this: MSNBC Investigates: A self-described leader of a vampire cult murders a couple in Florida. He’s a teenager who recruits from among the outcasts at his school and convinces them that he’s a thousand-year-old vampire who only just woke up after a lengthy slumber….so he starts a “coven.” they go into the woods and cut themselves and each other and have all these creepy blood letting rituals. When the parents of one of his female “fleglings” prohibit her from hanging around him, he kills them and drinks their blood … A great way to start the day.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Can I hear an amen?<\/p>\n — And finally, this. Looking at this, I honestly feel that I have never been so happy. I’m a raw nerve anyway, these days, but this has pushed me right over the edge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — The rain, the drowsy morning feel in the West Village streets — Allison in her sleep mask — The French press, the smell of coffee, grey morning — an email from Keith involving a desert island (where he and … Continue reading