Reason 1,573 that I love New York. Just got home and had this exchange with the doorman:
“Jesus, you remember that plastic torso I bought off the street for 10 bucks?”
“Yeah. You paid too much for it. I coulda got it for five.”
“I need him sawed in half. You know anyone who can help me?”
“Horizontal or vertical?”
“Horizontal. I want it to open like a trunk.”
“Whaddya mean like a trunk?”
“I’m gonna paint it silver and put stuff inside.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Magazines. Golf balls. Lipstick.”
“You know you’re a very weird woman. But that’s okay. I gotta tool at home. Really sharp disc blade. I’ll be up at your apartment tomorrow at 6 to saw your man in half.”
Daruma Eye 