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A Pool Hustler's Daughter grows up in subterranean America. She dreams big, hustles daily and loves her Daddy. With empathy, fascination and grace she navigates and inhabits every tier of society; sees beauty and hope and magic in all things; respects and lives by the "mitzvah."
A Pool Hustler's Daughter calculates the trifecta payout at the racetrack, hides money on three parts of her body, has an arsenal of "Uncles," and keeps a baseball bat by the front door. She values friendship, loyalty and experiences over "things." Like her father, she seeks to learn "The secrets of the universe" and believes "Life ain't on the square." She applauds the self-made and those who learn to "overcome" their circumstances. Her door is always open for a sofa to sleep on, a hot meal, or an eager listener for a life story.
























Sunday, February 16, 2014

Williamsburg Ramen Shop Rant

Picture it: A Williamsburg Ramen shop. A couple in their thirties on a date sit down to peruse the menu, taking off layers one by one, in from the cold. Guy points finger up high to speaker blasting music and proclaims "Hawaii Five-O." I am waiting in line to use restroom right beside them and with every fiber of my being want to interject "Totally wrong, dude - it's Axel F from Beverly Hills Cop." But the girl, now wearing an indignant frown who knows the guy's wrong when he says "Hawaii Five-O," slows down her clothes unraveling, and debates whether or not to actually take her scarf off and stay. Like, it's over, before it's even begun. Well, I keep telling myself not to say anything(in my mind at least) and before I utter a word the girl stops me with her eyes - while the man - her date - keeps his eyes fixed down on the menu - unknowingly saved by the girl - and I - inspired by Dale Carnegie's "How To Win Friends and Influence People" chapter which warns against being a "Know-it-all" - keep my mouth shut. And so the date continues undeterred...now that I have been defeated...instead of the man...who looks quite sweet and warm in his vintage Oliver Peoples and cashmere V-neck...and the girl completes her undressing...smiling now...and sits beside him...sharing his menu...pointing at photos of bowls of soup...

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