M S M Barkawitz

“From The Other Side, Uncle Roscoe was still exercising his Second Amendment rights. Protecting me from my stalker? Or was his gun going to get me killed?”

“Comfort took a distant second to fashion where footwear was concerned. Unless of course, one was fleeing!”

“If I were a lesbian, I’d probably be one of those lipstick lesbians, which I of course had in my pocket for touch-ups later.”

“But I couldn’t help thinking—Who the hell eats bats? Probably nothing.”

“I sat in my brown-belted gi at the painted metal table outside of Einstein’s and Peet’s with Mr. Ho, my Kenpo Karate instructor in his black-belted gi, and my bronze, canine psychologist, wearing his/her Lacoste eyeglasses.”