In the magazine/cigarette shop one morning a tall, lanky, silver- haired, disheveled but not homeless looking man frantically waves a tattered copy of the NY Times, outraged and shouting:"Where's all the news that's fit to print?! Huh! I mean where the hell is it!?! Huh? HUH!?!"
posted by The Fixin's Bar @ 1:46 PM
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