Michael Grace Jr.
| Introduction | I grew up on Long Island and spent a decade taking polaroids of ugly things and arranging them until they were beautiful. I was a suedehead repairing the bindings on books at a seaside library. I followed Marcello to Rome, but then tumbled down The Spanish Steps. I threw myself in the Trevi Fountain but am yet to return. I followed Anna Karina to Paris, where she told me it was my life to live. I paid her, but kept my clothes on. I followed The Ghost of Joan of Arc to Rouen where the church was a gift shop, and the gift shop was a church. I followed David Bowie to London, but he ditched me and I spent the rest of my life savings on sushi that came round on a conveyer belt.I ended up at the foot of the Hell's Gate Bridge. I have a lot of things to say...but you know...it's hard to get the words right...so I go play pool with my accordianist, study baseball statistics at the Taqueria, watch french films, discuss socialism socially, engage in light bible studies. I think there is something we were supposed to do before we lost our memories. |
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