the air was cool and crisp on that early summer evening and if you could magically see through the walls of benjamin siegel's home you would witness him sit down to watch his favorite television show while eating junior mints, his favorite candy. unfortunately for mr. siegel he had one of those faces that seemed permanently sad, but when he watched ( Read more... )

zedman's is a trendy, unimposing photo shop at the intersection of melon street and west pacifica avenue. a quick glance down the crumbling sidewalk reveals the gyro stand that also sells the new york times for 10 cents less than the competition. every morning middle-aged annie zedman buys her newspaper and opens up the store that was originally ( Read more... )

"dylan! yes, definitely bob dylan!" moira yelled back to her TA. "really? i wouldn't think you'd be the type to go for an old midwestern cowboy," replied the TA, who had asked the students who they'd want to marry, in one of her usual attempts to engage the class in unimportant, superficial dialogue to take their minds off the boring lecture ( Read more... )

i just found out mitch hedberg died yesterday. what the fuck. he was only 37. did anyone hear about this ( Read more... )

every time i look back at my previous journal entries i want to delete about 90 percent of them. i don't know what's stopping me. for some reason last week was pretty bad. i've never felt lower in my life. but then twice this past weekend i dreamed of dying and it scared the shit out of me. there was a fire in my dorm today for the second time ( Read more... )

the two dreamers met on a rainy afternoon in the corner of the chinese restaurant at the end of the boulevard in brooklyn. mara amini and david fishbein were their names. she was from a middle class muslim american family, while he was a first generation american, the son of jewish immigrants from russia. his family didn't approve of her, but he ( Read more... )

i have found a city and a country and a culture that is better than anything i have ever seen. when i'm done with school i'm moving to london.

( see for yourself. )

i really like rolling stone magazine. the articles they write are usually great. but why do they have to have so many adverstisements? it's getting absolutely ridiculous. the first page of the current issue doesn't start until page 31. there are 30 fucking pages of ads before that, which are all basically for clothing, except the people in the ( Read more... )

we watched easy rider in my writing class today. what a wonderful movie. absolutely brilliant. i wish i could have been there. if you know me you'd understand what i mean.

i'm escaping from this place for the weekend. but i'm not telling you where i'm going.

The campus social scene flashed brightly in his mind. All the alcohol and drugs and girls and noise screamed at him. They wanted him there. He quickly snapped back to reality and refocused his attention to the passing landscape beyond the car window. Now, more than ever, Reuben was glad to be headed home ( Read more... )