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Blinking at the vaulted ceiling.

“I was flying out of Newark, right? Early in the morning. I got to the airport so early, Jersey didn’t even smell yet. That reek of piss that starts in Secaucus and mouthbreathes all over Rutherford and Nutley and East Orange? Could barely pick up on it. It was a gorgeous day, if you’ll recall. [...]

Posted 24 July 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all ‡ Comments (1) °

Ruffles and monkeys.

“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“The beginning.”
“They gave me an assistant I didn’t want. Whether I even needed him was up for debate.”
“And he’s an idiot.”
“I’m not comfortable with that. Writing him off as an idiot doesn’t feel right.”
“A savant, then?”
“Oh, no. No, no. Drug use and a massive failure by the education system. [...]

Posted 17 July 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all ‡ Comments (0) °

Does this make you uncomfortable?

(2002. Cafe. Night. Empty but for the kid behind the counter and a man with an accent with Mediterranean ties.)
“Large. Strong. And this cake.”
“The cranberry? That’ll be three eighty.”
“Keep it. What’s your name?”
“Jordan.”
“This is a dangerous neighborhood, Jordan.”
“Really? It’s not so bad.”
“It’s not the safest. Do you carry a gun?”
“Oh, no. No. Definitely not.”
“Maybe you [...]

Posted 12 July 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all § jewiness ‡ Comments (0) °