that the boyfiend and i spent the night in a car parked at the gaseteria on houston and avenue b, then were driving backwards. by then it was more of a motorcycle than a car; i was in the passenger seat screaming my head off. afterwards i remember being pissed at him and not able to say so. this weekend there were two tiny squid lying on the sidewalk in front of le tableau, a neighborhood restaurant on my block. i walked by them twice, and then sunday night they were gone.