Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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- Neil on The Problem with the Tray at McDonald’s: No one does that.
- magpie on The Problem with the Tray at McDonald’s: You know what? You take the little packet, you tear the corner off, and you dip the fries...
- Neil on The Problem with the Tray at McDonald’s: Actually good place because they leave you alone for an hour and free wifi. Starbucks are...
- Christie on The Problem with the Tray at McDonald’s: You sit and drink coffee in McDonald’s? Trying to picture doing that.
- Sarah Piazza on The Problem with the Tray at McDonald’s: That last sentence alone made this post totally worth reading.
Tag Archives: Flushing
It’s a story worthy of King Solomon. My apartment complex consists of two buildings, the “A” building and the “B” building. Each one has eight floors, twenty apartments on each floor. Each building is identical. A few months ago, … Continue reading
“Please come to Walgreen’s with me and help me carry up a 24 pack of water on sale,” said my mother. “I’m busy,” I replied. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t lying. I was finally out … Continue reading
There has been a lot of talk lately about CHANGE. Voting for Obama is for Change. Yom Kippur is this week — a time for change. Fall is about change. The leaves have already started to change colors in New … Continue reading
I don’t consider myself an atheist, but politicians talk too much about God. My main reason for voting Democratic is that there is so much religiosity to the Republicans. At least the Democrats like sex, even if it is with women … Continue reading
I know I promised that I wouldn’t blog this week. Please accept my apologies. There was just some excitement downstairs at the local supermarket, and I wanted to show my mother at work my “eyewitness account” — so I figured … Continue reading
Flushing Poem for Dana Guthrie Martin “Last stop! Last stop!” Flushing, what a name! Tiny women talking Mandarin in the rain Alone, I walk by A mural, Chinese art A cafe, a hooker A rusty shopping cart The downpour, the … Continue reading
Time travel is becoming a theme on this blog. Last week, I wrote about how Dockers was going to call me on July 22 to discuss my “free” flight on July 16. Today, I’m going to talk about my Queens … Continue reading
I wasn’t lying when I said I bought a web-cam. But maybe I shouldn’t tell you that I got it for 75% off at Radio Shack. Hey, that’s a great bargain! Even my mother said so. OK, so now what … Continue reading
This is where I grew up and where my mother still lives. It may not look like much, but it is one of the nicer apartment buildings in my Queens neighborhood. My grandmother lived a few blocks away, in a … Continue reading