Bill muses on New York, 12 August 2008

"Love is dead when you have too much memory."

"Go on."
"That's it."
He laughs.
He snorts.
"I did not snort."
He drinks.
"Budweiser. The best Belgian beer in town."
"How do you spell Belgian?"
"B-E-L-G-I-A-N?"
Silence.
"Talk about Hair."
"I think you should go see Boing-Boing. I think you'd really like it."
"Well, maybe if I don't get into Hair."
"You know how fifty is the new forty. Boing-Boing is the new Hair."
He snorts.
He drinks.
He proceeds in a series of unpronounceable syllables that end in "Chinese junk."
"This is a bad blog entry."
"Erase it. That's the joy of technology. You can erase your entire mistake."