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I Write Because If I Don't... Part II

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A series of Notes from the Third Shift - purgatorial musings from late night desk worker Agilda Peas. Previously: Part I.

Do We Really Have to Talk about Meat Right Now?

Wednesday October 13th, 3:18AM

I have to write because if I don’t I’ll start trying to remember that song my mother used to sing to me when I felt bad about stuff. The song that made things a little bit better for a short period of time. I kind of wish I remembered what the hell is was. You’d think that something as important as that I would remember but I don’t. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s so fucking late and I’ve been drinking coffee all night. Or maybe it’s the fact that she never sang me a song that made me feel better about things for a short period of time. Well, that’s one for the weep-log.

The little stout one keeps talking to me about blood sausage and cow glands and churrasco and how wonderful this restaurant out on Queens Boulevard is because you can eat all this meat for twenty–eight dollars. And all I’m thinking about as she’s talking is, “Do we really HAVE to talk about meat right now?” I’m not quite in the mood.

I bet the Super-Jew would bleed profusely. If you stuck a poker in her belly.

Editor's Note: Our late-night correspondent, Agilda Peas, will soon begin making more sense. I promise.

Super Bonus Editor's Note: For anyone who was trying to google up some anti-Semitism and landed here based on the unfortunate out-of-context resonances of the last sentence of Agilda's rant - you're in the wrong place. Go elsewhere.

Posted by rjt at December 1, 2004 03:34 PM