you can tell a lot about a man from his
bathroom reading. when i was at
anthony's house the other day, the only
book in his bathroom was "World
Sourdoughs from Antiquity"
sometimes people-- who shall remain
nameless-- give anthony a really hard
time, but in the end, he always comes
out on top-- older, wiser and slighly
more dapper. But he will never, and I
mean never, let you see him sweat.
anthony rules. example of anthony's
ruling-ness: last nite i was
complaining about studying for the GRE
english subject test, and mentioned
having to study bores like samuel
johnson. anthony told me he had just
cracked a joke earlier that day that
involved boswell, the drunken
biographer of johnson. even though he
said his joke fell totally flat & no
one knew who boswell was, it rules
that anthony knows who james boswell
is. or wait, were we talking about ben
johnson? i can't remember. i had too
much to drink, and i'm gonna totally
flunk this exam. but i bet anthony can
fully recite edmund spenser's faerie
queen. he's a smarty pants & a delight
to know!
Anthony will never be outspoken; no
one will ever be able to. Anthony is
not half as bad as people say . . .
he's worse. Someday he will find
himself and he'll turn back running.
But Anthony is brilliant. Too smart.
How could something so evil and
calculating slip through into this
world? You are only alive because
Anthony allows you to be. When you
see this man in the street, beg for
your meager existence. Big Ups
tony, toni, tonee: you are forgiven. i
am so, so, sorry for dropping out and
not returning phone calls. your
witticism make life worth living and i
forgot that. now that i'm back in
chocolate city things seems sad and
realize even though you live in
brooklyn i should've visited you and
attended your well attended
gatherings. next time i promise. and
when i visit the big city you will be the
phone i friendster first. xoxo forever.
I have a fond memory of one day when
Anthony & I went and sat in the front
row of the special olympics pole
vaulting event. It was there that
Anthony confessed that he didn't
actually have turrets' syndrome, but
rather that he just like to erupt
spontaneously in shaking fits to
scratch that constant itch he had in
his arse. The admission really
touched me. We went to the bar and
after 15-17 pints, he picked me up off
the floor. Again, his warmth was
touching. After a few whipits I had
to smack him around a bit, because he
asked me to, of course. In all, the
whole day really meant alot. I'll
never forget the angle of approach,
buddy.
What do you know about hipster girls in
flesh-colored bandeau tops with baby
monkeys clinging to their breasts? I
know what Anthony knows, and we know it
from experience; it's wrong!! This past
4th of July, Anthony and I suffered
through the lamest party ever on a
frying Williamsburg rooftop(well where
did you think we saw the monkey girl?).
We left soon after shelling out $20
each to be there. Then we drank some
beer and talked about cell phones and
stress and stressful cell phone calls
and movies and growing up. I like
Anthony. He's a good cook, a hell of
drinker, and one hell of a good sport.
Did I mention that the party was my
idea?...Anthony, I will sit the pig vigil
with you.
If I recall correctly, Anthony was the
mascott in high school. I think this
speaks volumes about both Anthony and
our high school. He had to dress up
as some weird green blob (probably with
tights on, but i can't remember).
Anthony's natural state is out... on the
town. I mostly see him in bars or at
shows. When I used to live in the Slope
he would call me from his cellular en
route to a local pub -- mostly at about
ten in the morning. Invariably I was
doing something boring at that moment --
rinsing Tilex off of my shower, or at
the Mueseum of TV and Radio. A few
times I was home and we went out and got
drinks. Anthony is good people, a smart
conversationalist, an easy-going
listener and g
I met Anthony while doing charity work
over the summer. Let me tell you, he
was a real trooper. He won the potato
sack race no problems - and that is a
feat considering his leg braces were
jangling around so much in that smelly
burlap sack. He did have some problems
with the other campers though. One
time, Tom, who can't form words, was
trying to talk to Anthony and Anthony
became frustrated and smacked him with
a canoe paddle. But he did show that he
was sorry afterwards when he hugged
himself and rocked back and forth and
said "I'm so stupid" He did this for
hours before we finally got him to stop
by offering him his special snack,
Tapioca pudding. Well, Anthony, MENSA
may classify you as an imbicile, but we
all love you!
bathroom reading. when i was at
anthony's house the other day, the only
book in his bathroom was "World
Sourdoughs from Antiquity"
nameless-- give anthony a really hard
time, but in the end, he always comes
out on top-- older, wiser and slighly
more dapper. But he will never, and I
mean never, let you see him sweat.
ruling-ness: last nite i was
complaining about studying for the GRE
english subject test, and mentioned
having to study bores like samuel
johnson. anthony told me he had just
cracked a joke earlier that day that
involved boswell, the drunken
biographer of johnson. even though he
said his joke fell totally flat & no
one knew who boswell was, it rules
that anthony knows who james boswell
is. or wait, were we talking about ben
johnson? i can't remember. i had too
much to drink, and i'm gonna totally
flunk this exam. but i bet anthony can
fully recite edmund spenser's faerie
queen. he's a smarty pants & a delight
to know!
one will ever be able to. Anthony is
not half as bad as people say . . .
he's worse. Someday he will find
himself and he'll turn back running.
But Anthony is brilliant. Too smart.
How could something so evil and
calculating slip through into this
world? You are only alive because
Anthony allows you to be. When you
see this man in the street, beg for
your meager existence. Big Ups
am so, so, sorry for dropping out and
not returning phone calls. your
witticism make life worth living and i
forgot that. now that i'm back in
chocolate city things seems sad and
realize even though you live in
brooklyn i should've visited you and
attended your well attended
gatherings. next time i promise. and
when i visit the big city you will be the
phone i friendster first. xoxo forever.
Anthony & I went and sat in the front
row of the special olympics pole
vaulting event. It was there that
Anthony confessed that he didn't
actually have turrets' syndrome, but
rather that he just like to erupt
spontaneously in shaking fits to
scratch that constant itch he had in
his arse. The admission really
touched me. We went to the bar and
after 15-17 pints, he picked me up off
the floor. Again, his warmth was
touching. After a few whipits I had
to smack him around a bit, because he
asked me to, of course. In all, the
whole day really meant alot. I'll
never forget the angle of approach,
buddy.
flesh-colored bandeau tops with baby
monkeys clinging to their breasts? I
know what Anthony knows, and we know it
from experience; it's wrong!! This past
4th of July, Anthony and I suffered
through the lamest party ever on a
frying Williamsburg rooftop(well where
did you think we saw the monkey girl?).
We left soon after shelling out $20
each to be there. Then we drank some
beer and talked about cell phones and
stress and stressful cell phone calls
and movies and growing up. I like
Anthony. He's a good cook, a hell of
drinker, and one hell of a good sport.
Did I mention that the party was my
idea?...Anthony, I will sit the pig vigil
with you.
mascott in high school. I think this
speaks volumes about both Anthony and
our high school. He had to dress up
as some weird green blob (probably with
tights on, but i can't remember).
town. I mostly see him in bars or at
shows. When I used to live in the Slope
he would call me from his cellular en
route to a local pub -- mostly at about
ten in the morning. Invariably I was
doing something boring at that moment --
rinsing Tilex off of my shower, or at
the Mueseum of TV and Radio. A few
times I was home and we went out and got
drinks. Anthony is good people, a smart
conversationalist, an easy-going
listener and g
over the summer. Let me tell you, he
was a real trooper. He won the potato
sack race no problems - and that is a
feat considering his leg braces were
jangling around so much in that smelly
burlap sack. He did have some problems
with the other campers though. One
time, Tom, who can't form words, was
trying to talk to Anthony and Anthony
became frustrated and smacked him with
a canoe paddle. But he did show that he
was sorry afterwards when he hugged
himself and rocked back and forth and
said "I'm so stupid" He did this for
hours before we finally got him to stop
by offering him his special snack,
Tapioca pudding. Well, Anthony, MENSA
may classify you as an imbicile, but we
all love you!