Notes from the Upper West Side. A novel by Dan Wrench. Chapter 21 While Mommies on Vacation It's hot in this apartment. I don't know how they used to do this book writing shit back in the typewriter days.
When we all got out of college and moved to Manhattan, I remember Parp and Viter typing up their little comedy sketches all the time on one of those click-pound white-out machines and never complaining about the damned ribbon or the paper-kinkling up or any of it. Libby used to live with them in those days when he was going out every night to clubs and parties and he said he'd get home at like 6 in the morning and there'd be Parp or Viter both typing up and talking about and laughing at and sometimes fighting over their little comedy skits which got them exactly nowhere. Well, Viter went somewhere. Sort of.
He did stand up with Parp and Bobby Whisker's writing for him and he got all the way to Letterman one night when he just froze up in front of the microphone. You don't remember it because they cut it out of the broadcast but that was it for Viter's career. He had stage fright for a couple years after that. He'd be fine until you showed him a flat riser with a microphone on it then suddenly he was currently in a haunted house.
Who knows why. I guess maybe he's shrinking those. He's dark and scary. A low brooch nesting in grey brain crinkles.
So he took all the money he had and bought a little comedy club and called it Viter's and he got famous and then later he made it a regular nightclub with bands and singers in addition to the comics. I guess Parp was always kind of behind the scenes like Whisker's was. It's only Parp didn't meet, fuck and marry a damn bonafide rockstar the way Whisker's did. Parp and Whisker's always had day jobs the losers which gives them some balls for looking down on me.
Am I right? It's hot. A little while ago I had to cook up some ribs for the kids because it's BBQ ribs and Lucky Charms night here at Casamans Why. Yeah that's right.
Edicates says that when the mommy goes off to lollipop the head of someone else's cock for a month, the daddy can pretty much say to fuck with all of her little rules. Of course I can't be too bitter about it in front of Sam and Harry since they think mommy's off on a vacation. And while mommy's on vacation from us, we're going to take a vacation from mommy. I told them.
I'm pretty sure they said yay. So they get to eat pretty much anything they like and watch anything they like and stay up as late as they like or until daddy needs to get some grown up sanity back. Maybe they get tired around 9, 10 at the latest so that isn't a problem. Then daddy can download porn and chat with online cunt.
So thanks for the free time you damn slut. Notes from the Upper West Side is a work of fiction. The people depicted in this work do not exist. Notes from the Upper West Side.
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