She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth.

There's a tree that grows right outside my window, and it's a huge tree with all the things a tree has.
I played on it growing up, playing the game of 'how high can you climb?' but as a 10 year old I didn't fully realize my impending acrophobia, and would make it about half way before getting dizzy. Later, I realized that my biggest fear was not falling down, but in somehow someway the world would be turned upside down and I'd fall into space. I still worry sometimes and try to devise plans to anchor myself to the ground or just spend a life living in an intricate system of tunnels.

Amy's package finally arrived containing:

• Paul Auster's The Brooklyn Follies


• NFW- Not For Tourists Guide to NEW YORK CITY


• Arthur B. Klyber's Once A Jew
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• Bloom's Literary Guide to NEW YORK


• A Potato Gun


• Older Pete pin (since she's decidedly younger Pete, the cards are already dealt)


• Actual police tape from a gritty crime scene in which the grizzled detective rubs his jaw and wonders if his wife loves him, or if he needs to stop smoking so much and "get on the damn patch."

All in all, fun stuff. I got my business cards today, and will be handing them out at the thesethingsarenow/wemadeoutonce party this weekend in Denton, Austin (hopefully) and San Angelo.