Thursday, July 19, 2007

Butter as a weapon

On the elevator, a woman who lives on the 12th floor. I ask her what she can see. Everything, she says -- pretty much everything. She's carrying a huge poster from a modeling shoot she did for a billboard. Just after 2 a.m. in my apartment, and I can hear a bunch of jocks yelling outside: dude, give me some more butter, man -- dude, more butter! I lean out my bathroom window to see what's going on, is that really a crowd of jocks outside the convenience store, smacking each other in the face with packages of butter? I bet you never thought about butter as a weapon.

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