social notes on the way to and back from the grocery

[Michael Eisenstadt]

I had a strange conversation with Mark Katz
the big bald restaurateur on the street yesterday. 

He was very subdued and kept shaking the
tin of Prozac in his suit jacket pocket and
bragging about how successfully he was 
medicated.

He said he was meshuggah by nature and 
he also agreed that a strong New York City
accent was not witty in and of itself.

He has a large friendly Irish setter.