Today I pray for my six Ukrainian facialists who taught me how to sleep standing up to keep my forehead vertically taut, I also pray for the entire staff of the Bowery Hotel, I pray for my biological mother and her wife, I pray for my leather guy, I pray for my leather guy’s daughter who is kind of fat in the neck, I pray for all the cab drivers who have kindly looked the other way while I smoked/hurled/fucked in the back of their cabs, I pray for the homeless women I saw when I rode the subway that time in 2009, I pray for all of them because they live in NY and they’ll all probably be washed away by something called Sandy tomorrow. Here’s to you, New York psychos.
Sunday Prayers With Babe Walker
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Like everyone else, I’ve decided to stock up
in case Hurricane Sandy actually does something. After stocking up on
liquor, mixers, pharmaceuticals, and cigarettes I decided that I might
actually need food in case we lose power. After realizing that I
didn’t want to eat Pop Tarts or protein shakes or whatever Donner
ue rations people eat during
these things, for three days in case there was no power or something, I
decided that I should just buy ingredients for things that don’t need
cooking: Steak tartare, shrimp ceviche, gazpacho, foie gras, trout roe,
pain de mie toasts (I can’t not have hors d’oeuvres.), Valrhona chocolate bars,
graham crackers and organic marshmallows. Conclusion: Hurricanes are
insanely expensive. I’m kind of over it already. And I forgot to get Pelegrino.
Babe, what’s up with the formatting?