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| ***BIO*** Cole Nowicki: My name is Cole, I like Canada, perogies, and riding skateboards.The other day I was walking downtown and a drunk driver hit the stop sign a few feet in front of me. |
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| by Cole Nowicki |
| He’d been on hold in the telephone booth
for four quarters when it started raining. Watching the sidewalk get dark he thought of what he’d get. Maybe a car, or an expensive dog. An automated message told him to put in his last quarter. Since the second coin he’d had his legs crossed, keeping his pants from being a bathroom. The rain fell down the glass box. Tired muzak played through the receiver. He pulled himself out of his dropped fly and let go. It started in the far corner, steaming, fogging the lower panes. After the second corner it started to smell, strong. ‘This Land is Your Land’ keyboarded through the phone as he kept on his tip toes, in the last corner. When he’d shook himself dry he was standing in his piss, on hold. An operator interrupted the muzak and told him all operators were busy and to try again later. He stomped the ground, splashing his legs. |
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| Dec. 2009 |
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