New Cities/New Soviets

August 05, 2003

A lot better

Today, thanks entirely to the keen eyes, charming demeanor, and sheer persistence of my father in finding and securing it, I have a new a spot to store the cart, a spot which is a hundred dollars a month cheaper and about 15 blocks closer to my vending location. It's so close, in fact, that it is within eyeshot.


The difference this is going to make to the entire pushcart project is incalculable. The cart is pushable, but it is heavy. I have no reliable way of measuring, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would say it weighs about 500 pounds fully loaded (my dad guesses 700). While pushing it through the poorly-paved streets of downtown Manhattan had a certain Sisyphean charm, it was making me anticipate the weekends with dread. Moreover, I was maxing out at about 3 days on the street every 2 weeks, and that just ain't enough.

So here's so long to the push. So long to the toil, the drenching sweat, and the copious vivid yellow pee*; so long to the low energy, dullness of affect, and frequent confusion; so long to the dreams of an ox-like physique; and so long to the Mysterious Mr. Yee, whose story has still not been told and who could turn up again anywhere. Yes, so long to all that. It's been good to know you, but I've got to be rolling along...


*uric acid is produced as a by-product of protien breakdown during muscular exertion, so the morning after I did my pushes I had the most fantasticly colored pee (and so much of it)!

Posted by Sam at August 5, 2003 09:11 PM

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