My childhood home had been destroyed. I watched google map’s camera targeting an empty field, the location was the address of the complex I grew up in. Arcade Fire’s artsy website has you place your address and creates a plethora of naturalistic images around it, but all I saw were 50′s California style homes in front of a flat abandoned field.
Ah here it is I found it.
I was in a busy lounge with Fly G in Hell’s Kitchen when he turned to me and asked me to play a game with him in his typically nasally warble.
“You tell me what person in here has my body type, and then I’ll tell you who has your body type!’
I jumped excitedly.
“That sounds fun! Ok let’s see, let’s see…”
I knew that his ulterior motive for asking this of me was to satiate his brand of body dysmorphia, so I looked around for someone who had Fly G’s body type and I would be very generous. He’s a bit taller than me and slender with a curved in back and only slightly outwardly curved stomach. A bit of an ambiguous “S” shape that suits him.
“You look like him!” I pointed to the lithe boy who was manning the tablet menu who had somewhat of an S shape to him.
“Oh nice!” Fly G said as he seemed pleased and took a sip of his beverage.
“Ok now do me.”
“Alright,” he said. “Let me see….no….no….”
Several minutes passed when he finally pointed out someone climbing the stairs.
“That’s…a woman.”
“Oh yeah…” he exclaimed
