Holes, some

                          Hey, that guy at the donut shop was totally tripping.

                                          Yeah, buggin out?

                                 No, I mean like he was on acid.  I could tell.

                                                   Really?

                                                        Yeah.

                                 Huh, he seemed a little old to be dropping acid.

                                  Yeah, I know, right? Or to be making donuts.

                                            Yeah.  True.

                                     But those Freedom Crullers are great!

Killing time

                                  Did you go to his funeral?

                                  No, I hate funerals.  Most funerals anyway.

                                        Yeah.

                                     Yeah, depressing.

                                         Yeah.

                                    Are you gonna go to that wedding?

                       Oh, that's what I thought you were talking about.  Why, who died?

Sucky on grass

                    Hey, Sucky, how you been fool?

                   Hello, my children, my beautiful ones.

                        Any new ones today Sucky?

                    I feel the grass growing
                   And I hope that this will be the last summer I die
                   The last summer that I have to die
                   Pretty soon comes the mowing
                   The mowing comes so the grass doesn't get too high
                   So the grass won't grow so high

                                                      Mmmm

                          The earth is wet, today
                          But it will dry
                          No one wins in a tie

                                                       Hmm

                              Grass is too wet to mow today
                              But when it dries - happy day
                              Cut low; final mow; so be it

                                                           Amen

                          Though it's wet, I'm happy
                          Happy for I know soon I must go
                          Soon I will leave before or at the falling of the leaves
                          Harvest
                          The best any has seen
                          The last scene in this small play called-

                                Hey Suck, we gotta split dude.

                          Yeah, but you want us to bring you something back from Tuti's?

Finally!!!

                     Hey man!  I've got great news!

                                   What's that?

                                  I'm finally moving out of the South Bronx!

                          Really?  Wow!  That's great!

                                 I know, thanks.

                           Where are you moving?

                                    To SoBro!!!

                                 "SoBro"?  Where's that?

                             In the heart of NYC of course.

                            Well, of course, but what's "SoBro" like?

                             Oh it's great, totally rejuvenated - the New York renaissance!

                                 Yeah?

                                    Yeah!!!

                                   What is there in "SoBro"?

                               Oh, you know, we've got storefronts.

                                          Occupied?

                                      Sure, a few are...

                                   What else?

                                 Art.  Lot's of art!!!

                                  Like what?

                    Like on the walls, outside the storefronts, on the walls.

                                   Anything else?

                     Well sure, the Kennedy's are there, on every sidewalk.

                                  Oh yeah?

                            And it's still gritty like old New York, keepin' it real.

                                  Like how?

Oh, just urban decay, abandonment, absence of hope or meaning.  Oh yeah, and death.

                                  Hmm

                                And some great ethnic food.

                        "Sobro" sounds a lot like the South Bronx where I live.

                                  Oh I'm right next to you!!!