Some people say that when it got cold enough, people from Brooklyn would want to walk across the Hudson. But those same people are also probably really proud of my dad, who found a way to get this very big TV In the back of his car—don’t worry, he’s going to tell you all about it.
Hi everyone, here’s a poem I wrote last year. It’s about my friends Adam and Joseph and Stephanie and Mike and a bunch of creeps I met at Occupy Wall Street, back when that was a thing we remembered. It was published by Keyhole last week and that’s amazing because Keyhole is amazing.