Sep 13, 2003

Every other midnight the Starbucks Muffin Men deliver their shipment of baked goods to the ‘bucks. This all happens across the street from my apartment and the lousy mugs idle their loud truck. Nevertheless, I have become accustomed to the disturbance. But the other night I heard a new noise: CRACK! They backed into a streetlamp. Bent that sucker at a thirty degree angle. By lunchtime, the authorities had removed the lamp. Its like the time I was walking to the college early one morning and saw “sweatshop” graffiti sprayed across the GAP—gone by lunch. Strangeville.

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