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Thursday, February 1, 2024
Thursday's parting shots
And several readers have noted this — basically like why — on Avenue A between Seventh Street and St. Mark's Place...
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Anonymous
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It's the same as why some people drive around blasting music or smoke heavily right on the street so people have to walk through it. They're unimportant life losers and this is the best they can do to feel powerful
This passage is from J.D. Salinger's "A Catcher in the Rye":
"I saw something that drove me crazy. Somebody’d written 'Fuck you'on the wall. It drove me damn near crazy. I thought how...all the...little kids would see it, and how they’d wonder what the hell it meant, and then finally some dirty kid would tell them — all cockeyed, naturally — what it meant, and how they’d all think about it and maybe even worry about it for a couple of days. I kept wanting to kill whoever’d written it. I figured it was some perverty bum that’d sneaked in...late at night to take a leak or something and then wrote it.... I kept picturing myself catching him at it, and how I’d smash his head on the stone steps till he was good and goddam dead and bloody. But I knew, too, I wouldn’t have the guts to do it. I knew that."
7 comments:
It's the same as why some people drive around blasting music or smoke heavily right on the street so people have to walk through it. They're unimportant life losers and this is the best they can do to feel powerful
..... Because stupidity knows no bounds.
Lame - that tree did not do anything to whoever wrote that. What a clear idiot
All of the above. Thanks. I couldn't have said it better.
This passage is from J.D. Salinger's "A Catcher in the Rye":
"I saw something that drove me crazy. Somebody’d written 'Fuck you'on the wall. It drove me damn near crazy. I thought how...all the...little kids would see it, and how they’d wonder what the hell it meant, and then finally some dirty kid would tell them — all cockeyed, naturally — what it meant, and how they’d all think about it and maybe even worry about it for a couple of days. I kept wanting to kill whoever’d written it. I figured it was some perverty bum that’d sneaked in...late at night to take a leak or something and then wrote it.... I kept picturing myself catching him at it, and how I’d smash his head on the stone steps till he was good and goddam dead and bloody. But I knew, too, I wouldn’t have the guts to do it. I knew that."
general resentfulness. it's not complicated
Terrific Salinger reference, Anonymous 10:03 AM. One of my all time favorites and so appropriate here. To think, the book is more than 70 years old!
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