archives for Sunday 2 January 2005
not with a bang but with a whimper
Sunday 2 January 2005 | I like a cookie
The whimper, in this case, coming from N.’s hunched form as he sat miserably on my bed here in the Chez Zen dining room weeping inebriatedly after many glasses of wine at a cigar club (?!) with our big-swinging-dick venture-capital Info Mesa neighbor. And after a tortuous post-zazen “party” with the lights dimmed, everyone eating […]
