Sometimes I receive telephone calls from The Past, a mysterious entity
that remembers where things used to be in New York before Starbucks and
Whole Foods came to town. Originally posted at Gawker, March 22, 2007 .
"Hello?"
"Twinkletwat? You awake?"
"Yeah. Something in the air or something. Just can't sleep."
"You're probably not getting enough sex."
"Must you go there?"
"Sorry Prudy Huxtable, but you know I'm probably right. When I can't sleep, I blow off some steam in a peep booth."
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