Friday, April 25, 2003

G-D BLESS AMERICA: And G-d bless you, Cheech, the bus "tender" driver who ferried me into Midtown Manhattan today. G-d loves the way you drive that minibus like it's a gold-plated lowrider; listen to your Enrique; and how you jabber on your cellphone whilst navigating the streets of Weehawken with a busload of passengers. G-d must truly love you too, frog-lady, with your gravelly voice; ordering your daily three pack ration of Marlboro Lights 100's. G-d loves the way you peer through your pie-plate bifocals to forage through your purse for change while we all inhale your drugstore counter perfume behind you on the line at the Quick-Check.

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