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2003-03-17
Gaius Julius Caesar
B. 7.13.100 BC Rome / D. 3.15.44 BC Rome
Assassination / Stabbing
Birthdays aren’t even supposed to be as fun as my sister’s on Saturday was. Quel nuit!
(Pardon my freedom.)
A triumphal karaoke party in a semi-private Soho room criss-crossed by Asian youth bearing food and drink to us and to the smaller parties in the tiny rooms on either side:
Them: Japanese. Us: Certainly not!
Outside the National Guard was disembarking with machine guns from a bus into the Canal Street subway mouth. On the TV in the main bar, Comedy Central was broadcasting a USO comedy show “live” from Kuwait.
Seas of beige and adolescence surrounded our party.
Friends, Philadelphians, countrymen, voices trumpeting.
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark!
The next day our throats were stripped from singing my sister’s praises.
Senators from New York, watch your backs.