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(Thanks, guys. Such sweetness makes me happy.) I left the Gotham without a plan. I guess I wanted to be found just then, though not consciously. For one thing, I wasn’t lost. But I had the sense that something was missing. I was waiting to feel the warmth of Bruno’s eyes on my back, up and...

Number seven (the third bit today!) I got off at Rockefeller Center. It was about eleven, not yet crowded with lunch people, just the early clumps of tourists out with their bright white t-shirts. I walked over to the Gotham. It used to be on the diamond block, jammed in between the jewelry...

Number six, the story moves forward (For those reading along, please read Number five below, posted earlier this morning.:) ) Never mind that though. What I have to tell you is not about my father. It’s about Bruno and how he changed my life. I left the coffee shop. Bruno was still...

Number five, a little more about Father My father’s a greedy sonofabitch. I don’t mind saying that because it’s all over him, the most obvious thing in the world. He would say it himself and laugh because he’s on the good end of the joke. Everything he touches becomes his. And he touches...

Fourth installment (My Life with Bruno) (Thank you, Clara. Yes, Sid and Sayid are the same. This is a first draft, so anything you don't understand or don't like, just pipe up.) Now I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere. What would Bruno do? I couldn’t be absolutely sure that he would come...

third installment, a mini bit Sayid, the counterman, was already pulling my coffee. He knows what I get, small regular, no sugar. But when I saw Bruno, I suddenly wanted something different. Sayid put the cup on the counter, fitted the lid on, and looked at me expectantly. “I’m going to sit...

Actually, it won't make much of a difference to her. The producers certainly bought the movie rights outright for a set price, so she won't make any more money than she got already. Which was probably a lot. Which is why they will go ahead and make it. Plus, the plagiarism really only applies to...

second part: My Life with Bruno (first part at thread beginning) That afternoon Brendan the doorman was, as usual, standing under the awning waiting for something to happen. I asked him if there was anything new. It’s a small joke between us, because our lives are like that. But then, as I was...

My son and I have been conducting a wide-ranging pizza survey every Saturday for a few years, coinciding with his wide-ranging music lessons and engagements. We have encyclopedic knowledge of pizza in about a 50-mile radius including two upstate NY counties and have also extensively researched...

A short story I remember the day I first noticed him . . . let’s call him Bruno, for that is how I named him that day, thinking only that he was the sort of Italian who finds art in life. Something about the cut of his clothes, the way his hair was just the right amount too long. I was...

N: Hi Doc. Boy, I had trouble tracking you down. DS: Novella, what are you doing here? N: Your receptionist said you were at lunch, and I figured you for an upscale ethnic type. It only took me four restaurants to find you. What’s that, a margarita? DS: This is truly outside the boundaries...

Hiya Kook! Care to share your view on the difference between Canada and Oz? Love to know. novella

N: Well, there's lots of crap on the floor in here, but it's hard to tell the apostrophes from the commas and the single quotes when they're strewn all over the joint like this. Doc, you really have quite a stash of interesting junk under the sofa. DS: Most patients don't spend time looking...

Here's the link, bren: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5364195

C'mon Libre. I've had plenty of bad pizza in NYC. It's home to both the finest examples (exemplars!) of the breed and some of the most careless, tasteless, overcheesed-with-cardboard-dough examples as well. I have a whole ratings system developed since childhood.

N: No, doc. It's my portable spork. I have to say, all this talk about cutlery is making me itch. I think I'm headed toward a relapse. DS: Take a deep breath, novella. (n. lies down on floor, breathes in and out) N: I can't get my grandmother's silverware out of my mind. There are these...

There's a name for that phenomenon in economics parlance: Diminishing Marginal Utility. But personally, Libre, I think you're not eating the right pizza if you're thinking this way.

Hi Doc. We have an appointment. Really, Novella? I don't have you in my book. That receptionist of yours is terrible. You should get rid of her. I told her specifically "Put me down for later, like sixish or so," and she was like "How about next Wednesday." I mean, with service like...

Oh, sweet. I'm a poet, so here goes: Poem for a Stalker You stalk me, I’ll stalk you back I’ll make you have a heart attack, Lying down and groaning loud All around you there’s a crowd “Let him suffer,” I will say, "He was beastly anyway." You’ll be gasping for a breath...

666 is branded onto SFG's neck. It means devil child or something, right, Moto? Hey, isn't Dick Cheney from Nebraska too?