Friday, February 13, 2004

 
Something about those Pot Pies...

He had seen the old black woman on the street outside Boston Market with oxygen tubs through her nose. At first glance she seemed old. Maybe 70. But at second glance, you could tell that the bones were still strong but weathered. She couldn't have been more than fifty. Aging into the Westchester evening, two cops sat behind us. We were having the damndist time trying to figure out the ramifications of the Comcast/Disney merger. Meanwhile, two cops who "can't say enough about Boston Market" medicate themselves with chicken while somewhere in Santa Monica there's a landlord conspiring to steal tenant deposits to funnel into an over inflated housing market. Over the Boston Market potpie we conspired about the legalities of playing dumb in these kinds of situations. Is it illegal, if you don’t' know if it's Illegal? When did you know that it was illegal to hire Chinese Mafia to intimidate old Mickey the landlord?" As the WWII Holocaust, Oliver North, ENRON, and Pete Rose will tell you, it's not what you know, it's what you didn't know and when did you not know it. "Is that wrong?" Should I have not done that? If I had known that this kind of thing was frowned upon, I would have never." Joseph Liberman said, "some of the worst atrocities are committed because they are legal." That being said, She-Bop leaned into the plastic mold booth to confirm with the cops what we had already known since the Lakers started losing: This city was whack.

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