Sunday Prayers With Babe Walker

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.

LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.
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