September 27, 2010 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction
With apologies to Leonard Michaels
In New York City in the 80s some otherwise sane friends began taking their cat to a psychologist.
No one wanted to admit to having a television so it was always in the bedroom; never in the living room.
I started wearing Ferragamo dress shoes and refused to wear anything else even if it meant not eating for a week each month.
There were nightclubs with gauze tents where Sodom & Gomorrah were practiced. During the day the same building would show no evidence that anyone had ever been there.