Bicycle Race

"I was thinking you were just a writer without a subject," K. says to me, clearly reveling in her role as Teacher of the Minute. Well, I says to myself, there is this one big subject I have...

Joy and Star Wars. The nakedness of the poster, a million boys' jerk-off fantasy. First row, third back. The one with the gawky glasses. Now that's what I call a homina-homina.[1] The redhead next to the Farrah look-alike.

Did he ever, ever, in the entirety of his life, ride a bicycle? I don't think so.





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[1] Jackie Gleason, The Honeymooners (1955-1956).