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    IT IS LATER THAN YOU THINK

    He will not eat an egg for breakfast because he worries about cholesterol but he lights a cigarette and brags about how good the coke was. Cops harass a woman playing the guitar on the subway platform and we climb into the cold night, avoiding a step with a mound of human shit, a bite taken by a boot.  

    He says he has been flossing all week because he has a dentist appointment in a few hours that he is probably going to cancel. I tell him that is like cleaning your apartment before the maid comes. He says he does that, too. 

    The sidewalks are crowded with Christmas trees and I breath them in. A long flatbed with tall slats holds hundreds of prone trees. Several men are lying on top, mattress of green needles, chopped trunks, hands behind their heads, staring at the sky. Clouds and city light hide the stars and it is silent for a moment and, here, if you miss that then you miss everything. 

    That’s not a hat, that’s his hair. Elevator Operator is a dope job, especially since I could push the button myself. Makes me feel wealthy: “Yo, hit that button for me. I don’t want to dirty my finger.” Closest I’ll ever get to having a doorman.

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