...looking for bubble tea in the Bronx. My journey began with me walking south on the west side of the Grand Concourse, somewhere between Fordham Road and my old abode. The other side of the boulevard was dark and stormy with an epic traffic jam. My side was illuminated in a Hello Kitty-esque fun splendor. Of course in dreamlike fashion the sidewalk was littered with python and alligator vendors- not shoes or bags, but pythons and alligators. I walked past brightly lit stores and stepped into one to ask the owner if he know of any bubble tea shops. He smiled and pointed south. I kept walking until I found a parlor on what appeared to be the corner of 161 Street and the Grand Concourse. In the distance, I espied Yankee Stadium. I entered the store, ordered a drink and...

1. French Fry Frenzy: waffle, shoestring, curly, wedge- BRING.IT.ON.
2  Prefab Pizza a la Pizza Hut, or Domino's. Mmmm, pepperoni juxtaposed to what appears to be a real green pepper... and the crust is unreal (pun not intended)
Almost certain that there's crack in them thar crusts
3. I normally huff and puff about not being a "sweets" person, but when I'm in the zone, watch out soda, Gummy Bears, McDonald's apple pies. The worser, the better

"I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum"
Too bad my left knee didn't get the memo

my love had but one

innocuous, reasonable request

of me;

"don't be sad tonight".

as quickly as an angry defense rose, it fell.

how could one be angry at another for

wanting only the best for your heart?