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Killing Tomatoes

You are homeless, remember? You lost everything. This is a different life. We’re are not sitting at a table here, we’re eating out of garbage.

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@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

Lawyer’s office. Midtown.

What do you mean I have to give her the house? It’s my house, I had it before I met her.
I’m afraid you have no more room for negotiation.
This is ridiculous. I can’t give her my house.
I’m sorry, George.
You are? You got my fat check; what are you sorry about? You never lose nothing. You and that greedy bitch.
Calm down, George.
When?
As soon as possible.
Just like that? Go home and pack your things?
I’m afraid so, George.

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

In front of 114 Franklin – Tribeca

What does that mean? What language is that?
‘Tutto il Giorno”? Italian, it’s Italian. Something like: “All Day”.
How do you know? Does that mean twenty-four hours? Look, they’re closing.
I hung out with a bunch of Italians a long time ago. Back in the day, when I had a job and a place to stay. Wait look, here he comes and here goes the first bag. Dinner time.
Careful, don’t rip it. You know we have to tie the knot again. Oh, this is gooey!
What is this? This bag is full of chopped tomatoes.
Hand some over, I like tomatoes. Any bread? Be cool, here comes another bag.
Yea some bread, but wet, smells a bit rancid. Let me scoop some tomatoes with it. Good, it’s good.

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

 

I told you: good restaurant, good scraps. Remember that half bottle of wine we found yesterday? That was so good, I hadn’t had wine like that in very long. And it was a lovely night to hang outside, wasn’t it?
Where the fuck did you grow up? A castle somewhere? You are homeless, remember? You lost everything. This is a different life. We’re are not sitting at a table here, we’re eating out of the garbage.

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

I know, I know. But you’ve got to have dreams. I’ve been dead inside for so long. I don’t care about being homeless anymore. I want to think I don’t need to be rich to eat good food and drink some good wine. I can do it like this and then go sit at night on a bench along the river. Imagine my girlfriend is with me and feel great about everything. Hey! Stop throwing tomatoes at me. Stop it! Really? Tomato fight? Take this!
OK enough. Let’s have a break. God, look at all these dead tomatoes… That bag is full of dead tomatoes. What a waste, killing all these tomatoes to throw them out.
Look! That guy over there… he’s drunk. Let’s hit him for some money. Sir, excuse me sir, can I bother you for some change?

Hell no! I’m homeless too. My wife just took my house away from me.

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

@ Icarus Blake

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