Leonard Nimoy spots me in the crowd as the ballet is letting out. He sends someone over with his journal. It is full of complicated sketches and writing, and I am impressed. Leonard disappears, and I can’t return his book. So I tear out a blank page, and leave a note on the message board in the lobby of the theatre :
L - I have your book.
I am trying on a dress someone has given me and I am not sure about it but you are all .. LOOK IT HAS THOSE POCKETS THAT YOU LIKE and I am like HEY YOU’RE RIGHT I LOVE THIS DRESS
Once a year Samuel Jackson smokes $14k in crack until his money gives out. I catch him after only a couple of thousand dollars have been spent. We go together to his apartment in New York, where he asks me to hide the remaining $12k. I hide it in the crawlspace above the hall closet, where he tells me they hid Jews during the war. In a gym bag. Samuel is grateful.
The water is clear, and we can see dozens of colourful Caribbean fish. You know I am afraid of them, but you convince me to put my hand into the water. When I do, a huge flat fish with yellow eyes and turquoise and red racing stripes bites my hand, and will not let go. I swing my hand up of the water, trailing a rainbow of water droplets and shouting madly. The fish stays clamped on.
The toilet is plugged up. I keep yelling to you guys to BRING ME A DAMN PLUNGER but you ignore me.
