five quarters…

 

where do all those quarters go?

 

quaterly and compounding…

 

 

 

***

totally awkward things keep hapenning on 7th ave. I picked the best neighborhood ever. jeff biked past carrying his crutches.

ani: “hey! how’s it going”

jeff gives a condescending look of anguish

I realize after he’s long past that those were crutches…

I also don’t really care.

 

 

I should write about spring break sometime.

make note of the hairdresser I had today. sized up similarities in bone structure. I can appreciate a familial face.  my slovenian is improving.