- Almonds and my ready access to them.
- I’m still here. Sometimes I get jealous of people like Kurt Cobain or David Foster Wallace or James Way for their magnificent talents, but I’m the one who’s still here.
- I’m still sober. Per the above, early on I was so contemptuous of the people who had the same time I did but who had 50 friends and were on their fourth step at 90 days. But I’m still sober 13+ years later and some of them aren’t.
- My cab driver, Yosef, who told a couple shrewish wife jokes (“what’s the difference between your paycheck and your dick? You don’t have to beg your wife to blow your dick.”), but later referred to his own wife as “a beautiful woman; one in a million,” and said how grateful he was she insisted on coming to the U.S. 30 years ago, even though he didn’t want to. When he’s in the neighborhood and doesn’t have a fare and can find a parking spot he stops by his granddaughter’s on 64th and West End to visit the baby, his great grandchild.
- The delicious luxury of an afternoon nap.
Many thanks,
Me