"this place would be a paradise tommorow if every apartment building had a supervisor with a sub-machine gun." it gets its way out of my mouth as david reads the trivial persuit question aboutt a3 & the themesong from the sopranos. then they ask us about the ok corral, after jenny spent all afternoon telling me "i'm your huckleberry." but eventually i am sick sick sick of the game, i've been drinking & now i'm drifting, & now i'm gone till someone wins or loses. or you know, draws. apparently i am rude & strange as i sleep. but in the morning the super has the bestest accent ever, & he told me patty hearst was my mother. the cars honk outside the window & i scream at them "jersey drivers!"