From: Brooklyn
Category: Amis
Date: 8/26/99
Time: 10:31:03 AM
Remote Name: 207.238.28.10
'Is terrible, you know?' proceeded Incarnacion, as she set about the vague preparations for her first pot of tea. 'It brings you so low. When the sun shines? You happy. Feel good. Cheerful, you know? Full of the get up and go. But when is raining like this. Rain, rain, rain. When is raining? You sad. Is miserable, you know? You get depress. You wake up? Rain. Go out? Rain. Inna nights? Rain. Rain, rain, rain. How you going to cheer up and feel good and happy and cheerful when is all this rain? How? Rain! Just rain, rain, rain.'
Ten minutes of that and I picked up my hat and coat and went out and stood in it. Standing in the rain isn't a whole lot better than being talked to about it by Incarnancion, but it's got the edge. The street corners are swagbellied with rain. They all have these spare tyres of rain. These guts of rain.
[Great post William. Dull gasbag, without doubt. Speaking of rain. New York City just get a megadose of it. The West-side subways are shut down. Which means that almost all the lines are shut down cause there's only one on the East-side. That means that just about everyone is crammed into the few remaining lines. Which reminds me of Terry's ride on the Underground hungover after his epic binge. Some chinaman practically french kissing him.]